Now and Forever
I’ve never felt comfortable in Los Angeles. Visually, the whole city seems like a movie set, attractive enough on the outside, but empty behind the facade. The obsession with physical beauty is even more disturbing. Every waitress, every valet parking your car, every delivery kid is yearning to be discovered. When celebrities marry “normal people”, it makes news. For me, the cult of celebrity, and it is a cult, is best viewed from the other side of the continent if at all. Up close, the all-too-urgent need is creepy. Now comes word of an LA celebrity more bizarre still, one that captures the frightening menace beneath the tinsel.