west hollywood getaway

by Rachel Lynch in


It was all a dreamland. The sing-song place in my head they like to call Hollywood.

A legend lurks in an ordinary Los Angeles hotel room. Velvet and silk, green and gold. You can’t assign meaning to something that is simply decoration. The fame came like burning lava, flowing hard with everyone ready to sweep you off your feet. A star is living a lie if they refuse to have their picture taken.