Shamim and Monica and I went to the Hollywood Bowl a few nights ago for an epic concert: Beach House and Vampire Weekend. It is now official that we all want to be Victoria of Beach House and all want to date Ezra of Vampire Weekend. And, who could forget Rostam! His keyboard skills were clearly the product of piano lessons imposed on by Persian parents :) All in all, it was fabulous evening filled with dreamy voices, lovely music, effortless style, romantic preps, and a magical heat only interrupted intermittently by the fragrant summer breeze.

My love letters to LA often arrive in the form of weekend visitors. Something about when others travel to Los Angeles tends to bring out my enchantment with the city, from the views atop the Getty, to walking along the flats of Hollywood, gazing at the stars in the sky and spotting the stars in the streets. With endless places, LA is like a real life choose your own adventure book. If you don’t like where the story is going, flip back to the last choice and make the other one. Of course, as I learned this past weekend, the right choices always include great friends and Yogurtland ... Thank you, Los Angeles, for your alluring and delicious nourishment, the romantic fragrance of your cosmopolitan embrace, and your never-ending, glorious sun-filled days.

In honor of my favorite show, Beverly Hills 90210, and its successor, Gossip Girl, on 9.02.10!