The Unbusy, Busy Day of a Los Angeles Resident 24 hours on the streets of the City of Angels

I am often asked, «What is a typical day like in Los Angeles?». Does it revolve around mindful meditation and Pilates with friends? Am I always tanning at a Malibu beach house or do spend most of my time jogging in Calabasas, followed by a wild day party? Most importantly, am I wearing sweatpants with Yeezy slides absolutely everywhere? The answer to all of these is…not even close. Unlike the rest of Los Angeles, fitness is simply not on my schedule, Malibu happens to be a very far drive, and I hate elastic waistbands. The Los Angeles influencer wakes up, regret and 1942 tequila on their breath from last night’s shenanigans. Throw-up stains their new Prada Cleo bag, (the Re-Nylon bag that was gifted to them by Prada’s team last season takes a back seat today), but, regardless, they charge ahead into their day, brushing their teeth with Kendall Jenner’s Moon x Heron Preston collab toothpaste, while simultaneously making a TikTok. Exhausting. 

As the sun sets over the star ridden city of Hollywood, the hypebeast with a sweet tooth in me wants to end the day with a mix of ice cream and sneakers at Kith Treats. In a truly unconcerned manner, due to the pre-rolled joint smoked earlier (inner peace has been achieved), I arrive two minutes before the store closes and the security issues a kind warning that they are no longer accepting orders. Fair. I tell him I traveled an hour and a half for this ice cream (I live 30 minutes away) and it would mean the world to me if he could allow us to buy some anyway. I buy The Flatwhite by Virgil Abloh and it was well worth the lie, with a delightful texturized from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal that’s generously sprinkled in.  I order an UberXL because I need extra space to decompress after such an unbusy, busy day. I give my Uber driver the typical, “I’m great, thanks.”, as I enter the vehicle, never bothering to ask if they are also doing well. I put my Airpods in (no music is playing) and read the script for Euphoria that I hope to God I get casted for. The casting is open to the public and about half of LA’s population is dying to be “Jamieson, the black, non-binary outsider who might have a drug problem and might not”. Los Angeles traffic has returned to its normal painfully slow pace. I love it.