It’s the end of July and it’s easy to feel like summer’s slipping through my fingers like the sands of the hourglass. In actuality summer in L.A. lasts until at least September 30 and there are even days in October when I might find myself with make-up sliding off my face, sipping an iced matcha latte and scrolling through pictures of friends back east in knit caps and cashmere hoodies.… View Post