The first person I saw was Arianna Huffington…
On the east coast it’s the Hamptons. On the west it’s Malibu.
And if you haven’t been to either, you’ve got no idea that it’s even further over the top than you think it is, if you think of it at all.
Where I grew up, in Southern Connecticut, there was a ferry to Long Island.
I never took it. The Hamptons were only a hop, skip and a jump away, but this is when you yearned to go to the Cape…Cod that is. The hoi polloi went to Hyannis. Yes, where the Kennedys were. I remember going there as a child and then right before I started college, just after I’d purchased the Moody Blues‘ “A Question Of Balance.”
In reality, this was the turning point, from credible to repetitive, but I didn’t know that yet, I hadn’t fully immersed myself in the LP, which was packed up back in CT, there were no iPods, never mind Walkmen. And I would have liked the record to keep me company, because it rained three and a half of the four days.
But it never rains in Southern California. Certainly not during the summer. Sure, happens every once in a while, but your odds of experiencing it are only slightly better than finding Bigfoot.
Now it used to be that Nobu was in a shopping center. A mess of buildings near the city center. But then it moved to the beach.
But the ocean is not the star.
Right next to the restaurant is a structure that’s been unable to find its way. It recently became a Soho House.
Wanna know how someone’s a poseur?
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