Nailed It!

Nail art could be likened to a plague upon the hands of Angelenos at this point.  No longer enough to pick a slightly racy color, you have to bejewel, layer, claw out.  Polish is defeated by the rise of the gel.  Itsy flowers are old school: your fingers need to mock ice cream cones, laser light shows, Fosse acts.  Late in the game, I apply houndstooth strips only to have no one - and I mean no one - say a word about my strange nails.  Like every other measure of beauty and the exceptional, this town sniffs, turns its sculptural head, and dreams of something they just might not overlook. 

Six Out of Seven Ain't Bad

What better way to use my spare time at Disney than to arrange and photograph dwarves?

Have You Ever? The Lululemon Yoga Experience

Teaching yoga class out on the lawn at the Americana at Brand today for Lululemon was a blast!  A huge crowd of great students showed up.  While the asanas were hardly new, there were a few experiences I can now say I've had while teaching (or taking) yoga:
* Practicing at a mall.  Granted, a swanky grassy mall, but a mall nonetheless.
* Practicing with enough yogis to staff a mid-size tech company.  Or at least change a psychic climate!
* Practicing alongside a massive water fountain.  Those who do not need to pee have minds of steel.
* Practicing with a giant statue of a golden man lurking, his hair mid-fling in the air (bangs, of course). 
* Practicing in front of Tiffany's.  Who needs a diamond?  Make yourself into a diamond, wink wink.