Photograph by Tessa Neustadt Courtesy Homepolish
Dear Bikini Body,
Just kidding, I don’t have a bikini body. I’ve been traveling a lot for work, which means my current body resembles a piece of Hawaiian pizza someone threw in the garbage because it was disgusting, which has been sitting there for two weeks and is now covered in toxic mold. BUT! Hark! My work travel ends for at least a month next week and I will have time to be home in Los Angeles, partaking in the LA pastime that brings us together as a community: eating tons of salads and working out with trainers who have racially-ambiguous surnames.
Why do I have bikinis on my mind? Well, I’ll tell you. I recently helped a Homepolish client gut renovate their beach house, taking it from an abandoned mess to a mid-century masterpiece. You can check out the full transformation on Lonny by clicking on the word Lonny, which I’m typing again Lonny so you remember to click Lonny. If you think about it, Lonny could be a really cute nickname for Orlando, so this is a match made in heaven. That’s five times I just wrote Lonny. Okay now six. GET TO WORK CLICKING WHILE THERE’S STILL TIME!
FULL STORY HERE (in case you haven’t clicked yet – what is WRONG with you?) >>>
Love,
Orlando