Los Angeles, this week

There’s a wildness and hotness about LA. It’s like one of Chandler’s novels. Maybe it’s something to do with those hot winds that blow through every year. Fortunate boys and dirty girls and the sessions in which I get to let loose are all reasons I like LA. If you’d like to read my kinky thoughts through my newsletter, here’s one of them. Subscribe through this or my site.

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.” — Red Wind, Raymond Chandler