This is exactly what it sounds like. While I was home in Los Angeles for Christmas, I made a point to drive around as much as possible, and while I was driving around I happened to remember how much I love the architecture in LA and the way it changes in each neighborhood throughout the city — little beach houses all stuck so close together in Manhattan Beach, the mansions on palm-tree lined streets in Beverly Hills, the Spanish-style houses and apartments of Santa Monica — all with succulents on their front lawns and an expensive car strewn here or there.
And as I was driving around admiring these things I thought, you know? Maybe I should take a photo, or seven? To remember these things? And then it just kind of spiraled out of control from there and I’m pretty sure someone in Manhattan Beach almost called the cops on me. Valid.