Before I was ever a thought in this world, my mother was a true blue Valley Girl. Originally born and raised a Jersey Shore Rat, she moved from the East Coast to sunny Southern California in her early 20s to chase the American dream of rock-n-roll, Hollyweird and bartending.
This holiday season, my family ventured down to Los Angeles to take a tour of some of the apartments and bars that my mother lived in, worked at and frequented. Some were still there, and some, like the bar where she met my father, have been converted into boring stuff like Sizzler.
It was a wild experience to see LA through the lens of my mother when she was the same age as I am now. While we were there, I snapped some shots, and I hope you enjoy them.