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.