How to Break Your Own Heart

by Jessica Brookman in


A few weeks ago, friend of mine posed these questions:

​Why do we (a certain breed of lady) do the "non-boyfriends" and the inevitable drama, despite our quite loud protests? Because we're subconsciously petrified of being bored? Because we believe that love might only be love if there's some major sacrifice, or trials to bear? Why do we end up with man-children that need so much maneuvering?
Here is my answer...
Read More


How to Be in Love in Los Angeles

by Jessica Brookman in ,


FACT: ​NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. HAVE A GOOD FUCKING TIME ANYWAY. 

Hey assholes, remember when Tennyson wrote that it was better to have loved and crashed and burned than to have been a pussy all along alone in your studio apartment? I might have paraphrased some of that. For that, I am sorry. But I refuse ​to apologize for the sentiment. 

A few days ago, I was trolling YouTube for some audiovisual inspiration and I stumbled on this short film produced by Oliver Peoples set to Brindo by Devendra Banhart. It served its purpose, but as I realized where it was filmed -- John Lautner's Rainbow House in Nichols Canyon -- it also triggered a surge of nostalgia. Or oxytocin. 

As the first in two etymology lessons today, the word brindo is spanish for toast, as in the kind you make with champagne. The following is a story about living in Los Angeles. It is a story about french new wave film, mid-century modern architecture, and the hollywood hills. It's a story about the warm, golden light of long afternoons. 

Needless to say, it's also a story about love.​ 

xoxo, Jessa

Read More