Valley Of The Ken Dolls

Dear Diary,

I spent the past two weeks in New York, where the weather was cloudy and rainy and wet the entire time. I had a great time decorating The Lake House with Emily, but I missed my boyfriend and home so I was ecstatic to come back to Los Angeles. I got back Saturday afternoon and immediately began having more fun than I’ve ever had in my whole life. Saturday evening we went to Cinespia. This is the film series they have every summer at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. It’s one of my three favorite things about summer in Los Angeles (the other two are the Hollywood Bowl and glamourous pool parties). The film shown this week was “Strangers On A Train,” which is a pretty awesome Hitchcock film about a hot guy named Guy who meets a crazy murderer on a train (as you can imagine, zany antics ensue and everybody dies).

I love spending time with my friends. Especially when we are all staring into screens and ignoring each other. Mem’ries!

What could make my homecoming even more glamorous than the season’s first Cinespia screening? The season’s first pool party.

Firstly, I have to tell you about the guys who threw the pool party. Here are some pictures of them:

Seriously, they are perfect (I’m not showing you their actual pictures to protect their ubersecret identities). As you can see, one of them is Blond Ken, the other one is Brunette Ken. They live in this gorgeous house where I’m sure they spend most of their time frolicking together, doing jumping jacks, laughing out loud, and rolling on the floor laughing.

Did you ever notice that no one in LA ever seems to be at work, and yet everyone is rich? It’s the exact opposite of New York, where everyone is identified by their high status finance jobs. New Yorkers pride themselves on having elite jobs that trap them in their offices, allowing them to buy luxurious houses in the Hamptons. Angelenos live a bit differently. The goal here is to never work and to live like your life is a vacation. I know both of the hosts have, like, actual jobs that are fancy, but I’d prefer to imagine that they do nothing all day but eat fresh fruit by the pool and talk about their feelings. That is what I’m going to do when I become disgustingly rich.

This is what the pool looked like. In other news I was the fattest person there. And I’m not even, like, technically fat.

In addition to being beautiful, rich, and popular, the homeowners also had great taste. Which really is just kind of annoying. How obsessed with this portrait are you? I thought about stealing it.

This is the guest bedroom. It’s where I’m going to sleep when I ask Blond Ken and Brunette Ken to be my gay dads. Or when I become the pool boy, whichever comes first.

Look at that sun streaming in the window! California is fantasyland and that is that. Also, I love that print by the window. Gimme.

They have a beautiful living room, furnished in delightful pieces, both modern and vintage. I met their talented designer at the party. Also at the party was Craig Olsen, a famous designer who has the handlebar moustache to end all handlebar moustaches. His moustache was my favorite person at the party.

In conclusion, if I were to steal anyone’s identity so that I could live in their house and have their lives, I would want to be one of the Kens. Also, I’ve checked off two of my three summer to-do’s (the only one left is the Hollywood Bowl, where I will be seeing Hot Chip in a few months). I really do love living in this city. Especially when I get to spend the weekend watching movies in the cemetery and going to pool parties with Ken dolls. Yay!

Love,
Orlando

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7 responses to “Valley Of The Ken Dolls

  1. francine

    your updates are the best!!

  2. Missnicoleo

    le sigh. I love the gays. I wish the whole world was made of stylish gay men. from a non gay female that likes to look at pretty things.

  3. Azure

    That pool was like the playboy mansion only with guys.

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  5. Yaletownman

    This article makes me so glad I live in Marin county California and not L.A. Marin is the fifth wealthiest enclaves in the U.S. When you come here you see beauty everywhere you look. The hills, the forests, the ocean, the bay. Most peoples homes are quant and modest and though it’s got it’s fair share of celebrity and social A-listers (not C-listers) you never know who they are. I’ve sat in coffee shops and had hour long conversations with some of the most impressive people only to learn who they were a day or two after I’d spoken to them. The writer of this article didn’t miss a beat, from making sure that the window photographed had a Porche shining through to some skinny and not quite as hot as he thinks they are guys in a pool he makes sure we all know how desperate he is to fit into a world he thinks is Oz. Class isn’t something worn on the sleeve. It’s something that comes from within and it is never acquired by marriage, being adopted by two gay daddies or lack of body fat. One day I hope the writer learns that.

  6. tb

    Dear Hurt Clown/Yaletownman,

    Marin sounds lovely. Do they make you take a test or be recommended to live there, or do you just, you know, move in? Let me know – can’t wait to chat people up, then google them when I get home.

    Patiently yours,

    Tom

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