A Salon to Call Home
“Our coffee dates with a mutual friend overlapped. I was wearing a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and she walked in all perfect, and I was like ‘Oh my God, who is this?’ But Natalie was taken at the time, so nothing happened for a few months,” she says, leaning against a wall in their loft apartment, where they are hosting a party for friends and designers they work with.
“I’ll never forget the night. It was a Sunday, 9pm. I was living in Los Feliz, reading the New Yorker, and our mutual friend sent a text message saying ‘Natalie and her girlfriend broke up. She wants to hang out in a group.’ I was like ‘Make it happen!’”