tiedye-everything: There are at least four lights in L.A. There’s the cruel, actinic light of late July. Its glare cuts piteously through the general shabbiness of Los Angeles. Second comes the nostalgic, golden light of late October. It turns Los Angeles into El Dorado, a city of fool’s gold. It’s the light the tourists come for – the light, more specific, of unearned nostalgia. Third,...
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