I recently stumbled across Valerie’s, “An Apologetic Love Letter To Los Angeles” and immediately connected with her description of what it meant to love the city. Los Angeles doesn’t have the stature of a big city like New York or Chicago, in the way that it demands to be noticed. But its character is distinct – each neighborhood with its own personality, yet so clearly indigenous to the greater LA. It’s come to feel like home to me in the three years that I’ve lived here, and even though it’s familiar, I’m more smitten than ever. Exploring all that the city has to offer would take a lifetime, as it is forever growing and changing, but I’ve been making a concerted effort to try by venturing outside of my immediate neighborhood. I paid a visit to LACMA this past weekend because I had yet to check out the Diane von Furstenburg exhibit (a must-see for anyone interested in fashion) and loved how different the feel was from my usual stomping grounds. I forgot just how fun it was to play tourist in my own city and how quickly it made me fall for Los Angeles all over again.