Once in a while, you find a place that makes you feel beautiful. Not in a vain sense, but beautiful in the effervescent kind of way.
Especially in L.A.–where I start to feel compacted after too many hours in gridlock or too much time hustling from one thing to the next–I look for spaces to decompress.
On the weekend or at the end of my day, when it’s time to unwind, the last thing I want is to sit elbow-to-elbow with other people in tight curbside spaces.
Melody is a rare place in L.A. that can be hopping with life but still maintains a sense of openness. Just being there makes you feel beautiful.