MAKING: For me, one of the hardest things about moving across this giant nation of ours is not being able to get certain foods. California is a bounteous place, where something is always growing and the Mexican Coca-Cola is always flowing, but I still find myself pining for Cape Cod potato chips, Maine lobster and East coast style pizza. Lucky for me, I live right down the street from L.A.’s only outpost of the NYC-based Two Boots, purveyors of Proustian pies. I used to walk past the Avenue A location of this place when I lived in New York, but I was so poor I regarded their pizza as a luxury, too fancy for my fashion blogger’s meager salary. MOVIN’ ON UP. Fun side note: when we first moved in together, my current roommate called Two Boots ‘Little Boots‘ by mistake, and the name stuck, because it’s genius. So if you’re kicking it at Casablanca with us, and we ask if you want Little Boots, that’s what’s up. We don’t think about it anymore.
LISTENING: Cold War Kids, Up in Rags
“Hang Me Up to Dry,” the first track off of this record, is one of those songs that I can never get enough of, could listen to all day, singing along the whole time.
Cold War Kids, “Hang Me Up to Dry”