This photo put a big chill in my bones. Instant transportation back to the gloomiest chapter of my adult life. (Life was gloomier during my tween and mid-teen years, agreed, but I was too young to deliver any kind of skillful pushback .) HE’s WeHo pad wasn’t far from the original Barney’s Beanery, but that awful suffocating nightmare vibe had sunk in all over… everywhere. Masks, mass resignation and smoggy overcast skies. Life felt like Steve De Jarnatt’s Miracle Mile, but on a suspended-in-time basis.
