Packing For: LA
Upon arrival in LA yesterday, I was met by none other than sister separated by umbilical cord or as she prefers to call herself: Dannijo, at the luggage collection carousel. She and I compared suitcase sizes and as it happened, hers nearly doubled mine. Call it ironic, it’s my job to get dressed and what have you, bla bla bla, but she brought useless things like exercise clothes, three pair of coated black pants, and butt tons of leather in form of skirt, jacket, underwear etc. After we’d arrived at destination and unpacked, the truth unveiled itself: the contents of our suitcases were nearly parallel in volume. So this got me thinking: if she has a packing disorder, plenty of you may too, enter a small list of suggested packing silhouettes. Because I’m in LA, this post is dedicated to packing for, you know, just that but ultimately, the lessons to be learned or thrown away right here will render the same across the spectrum o’travel, give or take a leotard or two.