MyLA is purple and gold. It’s the city that outsiders love to hate and the city I love to love. MyLA is energy and sunshine. MyLA is only swimming east of the pier. MyLA is equal love for the north, south, east and west. MyLA is KCRW on the road. It’s stopping in at the Stussy Store, visiting my brother on the west side and refreshing my soul on the east side. MyLA is caring about the city. MyLa is my friends and family. MyLA is waking up on Saturday mornings and playing soccer. MyLA is my photography students at North Hollywood High School. MyLA is thrift stores and sushi. MyLA is caring about the Kings, Dodgers, Lakers, Galaxy and Sol. It’s going to the Melrose Trading Post and sharing wine with my parents at Oliva. MyLA is the VALLEY. My La is making sure that transplants spend time everywhere. MyLA is getting off the 10 fwy at Vermont and driving north to remember the LA everyone seems to forget. MyLA is Northridge. My La is the Irish spot. MyLA is urban hiking through downtown’s art’s district. MyLA is working random jobs, meeting random people and saying hello and thank you. MyLA is highschool. MyLA is eating at shady restaurants and loving them. MyLA is transit. My La is going public whenever it makes sense. MyLA is black gold from GroundWorks. MyLA is 15 people deep on a balcony, drinking, eating and chilling. MyLA is bbq’s in the ridge to the north. MyLA is the summer. My La is born. MyLA is raised.