Outrageous women and their place
The photographer shooting that LaLa was just adorable and I said I had lived in San Francisco for 15 years. She said, “Why would you leave?” I said New Orleans is my home. Later in conversation, I said that I felt New Orleans could accommodate my outrageousness. In San Francisco, I always felt like I had to tone it down about 20 notches. She said, “I felt the same way.” She mentioned being up north and going to a party where the invite said to wear your most outrageous outfit and so she did, and she stuck out like a sore thumb.
She went on to bemoan the lack of available attractive men in this city and the abundance of pretty women. I guess New Orleans is a catch all for attractive, outrageous, and interesting women – there must be a market for that somewhere, I told her.