“Do you know what people are like in Los Angeles?”
“Have you actually ever been to LA?”
“Don’t let it change you.”
Laughing off these Northwest admonitions, I arrived in my new city, ready to take the streets by storm. (Insert sarcastic snicker here.) I found work quickly, connected with friends old and new, and gradually, it happened. Things began coming out of my mouth I could not deny as true nor fully comprehend.
“You seem a little drunk. Be careful driving home.”
“I have meetings at eleven and two. Can you do a lunch at Katsuya?”
“I don’t want to be late. I’ll give myself an extra hour in traffic.”
Yes, I had transformed into an LA Person. My hair turned blonde, my nails seemed to grow a layer of bling, and I couldn’t spend less that $100 on any piece of clothing.
Just as Portland had turned my skeptical Chicago self into a yoga-posing, organic-eating, mixologist foodie, Los Angeles had turned me into a celebrity-knowing, meetings-taking supertan consultant in high heels. I’m not ashamed of my transition. Like sea creatures evolve to flourish in their environments, I mutated appropriately for the SoCal scene.
But this change had to be documented. The comparisons between Los Angeles and everywhere else needed to be logged.
So I started the Only OK in LA series. A collection of drawings and captions printed as postcards, these missives are meant to be sent from LA zipcodes to cities across the globe. My Twitter feed keeps it real-time.
The series struck a nerve. People wanted prints!
So I’m selling packs of 14 postcards for only $5 each. The entire series is currently on display at the Clubhouse’s Comedy In Art show (located on Vermont and Hollywood). Each postcard is 5.5 x 8” and printed in black and white.
You’ll get a free @OnlyOKinLA sticker with your order, and the satisfaction of knowing you’re one of us. An LA person. Welcome to the fold, baby. Let’s lunch soon.