Category: Only In LA

Only In LA: Errands like an Angelino

So I’m hanging out in front of a store in West Hollywood the other day, and I see a spanking new Carrera Turbo roll up and the passenger door opens.  Out of the car comes one of LA’s ubiquitously beautiful blonde babes. But before I can roll my eyes, a beam of light shines onto the driver side and I realize, the person behind the...

The Diane Keaton of Cars

In this land of billionaires, Bugattis and Botox, looking for a flashy car is kinda like looking for fake boobs…throw a rock and you’ll hit one.  Like my friend Garrett told me before I moved here, “BMW is the Honda of LA.” No kidding. If you’re reading from some normal place like, well, anywhere else, think of it this way.  You know when you’re driving...

Only In LA (a new MM series)

In addition to the ever-popular Dude, Or Douchebag series, MM is adding Only In LA– a series dedicated to the wonky stuff that only happens here in the land of fruit, nuts and billionaires. Here to kick us off is a real doozy. So I’m headed to my friend’s store in West Hollywood (buy some ad space, biatch and then maybe I’ll mention your store...

“You Are What You Drive” (Bite Me!)

I think it’s funny that when I head to other cities, people always say to me “Yeah, LA, you are what you drive, right?”  And they say it in this bitchy, condescending way. Pisses me right off. To you, I say, bite me!  If I am what I drive then I’m 4,550 lbs of steel, carbon fiber, leather and chrome– then bring it on. Did...

Vespas, the prairie dogs of LA

Vespas, the prairie dogs of LA

Imagine this, you’re driving through the desert, let’s say.. in the middle of Texas.  Every few miles, a cute little rodent dashes across the road, you swerve to miss it, spill your Coke and curse a bit.  At the same time, you pity the prairie dog– risking its life every day just to get where it’s going.  Now imagine you’re rolling down Wilshire, trying to...

How Much Ferrari is too Much?

I know, it seems a ridiculous question.  Even for me, the girl whose first Italian word was “Testarossa”–sometimes it’s just a bit too much. And this only because I worry that my prancing pony is being pimped out. Consider this, Ferrari’s licensing and retail divisions account for $1.5 billion of total sales. That’s a lot of baseball caps, brotha.  So our boys in Maranello do...

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