When I first told my friends I was moving to Los Angeles for the winter, one of them jokingly bought me a velour track suit. A pink velour track suit. Jokes about Uggs and physical enhancements of the bosom region also ensued. While I definitely haven’t worn (or done, obviously) any of the aforementioned, I do find myself dressing more casually here. Like this Whistles bomber, sweatshirt, leggings, and a baseball cap. With big black sunnies (obviously) by Elizabeth and James.