When I’m in California, I have a rule: I don’t leave Bel Air, Beverly Hills or West Hollywood. To my friends in Silver Lake, I just can’t do it. Due to my self destructive nature, I’m automatically a Chateau Marmont guy at heart but I feel like when I’m at the Hotel Bel-Air, i’m the closer to the person I was born to be. I’ve never felt more peace than salt water swimming, ordering 50$ chicken tenders at 2am, mindfulness breathing in my hot tub on my suite’s patio. The beautiful swans in the garden at the entrance. I don’t feel safe, and struggle with emotional dysregulation if I’m not at a 5 star hotel.
