I'm intrigued by others who share the same positive, loving passion and zeal for life. They see the world differently. When together, the energy within them radiates and multiplies and lifts despite any hardships or pain.
- Stories from life. Names have been changed.
It's a weekday and the city is bustling with events. People are flying in from all over the world to be apart of this creative city for a week. It's an exciting time for some; a great annoyance for others. For Taylor, it's the best.
Taylor's sitting in the kitchen of her friend's house in Westlake, wearing a black dress she wore to her solo show the week before. It's vintage looking, classy, sexy and strong. Red lips and dark nails. She picks up a glass of red wine from the granite countertop and takes a sip. The house belongs to her friend Kat and is a dream, tastefully modern yet comfy. Taylor and Kat met at an artist retreat on a ranch a couple of months before and hit if off over smoky campfire talk.
They're all dressed up because they're attending a private party close by. One last sip of wine and Taylor and Kat gather their bags to head over. The house was formerly owned by Lance Armstrong and is stunning. It represents both the greatness one human being can achieve and the equal and inevitable downfall and spiderweb of destruction caused when things get out of hand. Everyone's human, and are humans meant to climb that high? Can anyone really handle that?
The women check in at the front door, crossing over the threshold and into a new adventure. Taylor leads Kat into the backyard and over to the beautiful pool lit by twinkle lights. She looks up to find herself surrounded by Van Gogh trees as far as the eye can see. They're divine. She turns left to find a crowd of guests dressed to the nines, joyfully mingling. Armie Hammer walks by with his beautiful wife; Richard Linklater chats it up with some friends. As Taylor scans the space before her a kind and familiar face comes into focus, a friend of hers named Brad. He snaps a pic, they catch up and then the two women continue on.
As Kat and Taylor take it all in, two classy women approach them, "Are you two here on your own?" one of them asks.
"I have some friends here, but yes we came together," replies Taylor.
"Oh wonderful," says the woman in a Russian accent. "It's nice to meet you, we don't know anyone here."
The four of them chat, sharing stories. One is originally from the Ukraine; the other from Russia. They both live up north in the States. The four of them hit it off when another guest approaches them.
"Are y'all actresses?" the man asks.
"No, we're not," the women laugh.
"Well you all definitely look it." "I'm Christian, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well," everyone replies.
"What do you all do?" he asks the group. Everyone shares their story and then Taylor hers.
"I'm a painter," says Taylor. "I returned from traveling last year and paint full time now."
"Oh nice. Where did you travel?"
"All over western U.S., Greece, Kosovo and also lived in San Diego a bit.
"Really where in San Diego?"
"That's where I'm from," he says with a big smile.
"Oh how funny, what a small world!"
The four women make their way through the event, meeting new and interesting souls; catching up with old friends, including a good friend Matt who introduces them to many new people. A favorite couple is Chris and Sean who are incredibly fun and kind, sharply dressed. The night is full of stories exchanged, ideas discussed as the night air caresses their faces and whispers a message..."dreamers."
As the clock strikes ten, a classic smart blonde named Jess walks up to Kat, Taylor, and Matt and informs them of the after party location - Mel's family home in the neighborhood a few blocks away. The fabulous house is a brightly colored vintage candy dream from back in time. They enjoy pizza served with a side of vodka tonics in colorful and fun vintage glass goblets. Taylor's kind of style alright.
They sit in the pink and green kitchen, sharing about life, relationships, laughs. Jess and her friend Mel are both actresses and are in character, as their an acting duo and are wonderfully hilarious. There's music as well. Christian plays the piano in a distant room, feeling the pull of the keys to his fingertips. It's passionate and beautiful, filling the room exquisitely.
After some time, everyone has sobered up and agrees it's time to move on to the next house. This time a different neighborhood close by. The adventure continues and when they arrive Taylor feels as if she's back in Paris with her brother and sister-in-law. Oh how she misses Paris so. They walk inside the next house, sophisticated, dark and tasteful, to be greeted by gorgeous piano. Everyone takes a quiet seat and is serenaded into the dark, cool night.
It's the perfect ending to the perfect artistic day with new friends.