Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, The Flesh, and L.A.

by Eve Babitz

Women who dance with their eyes closed, smiling, are as near to heaven as you can get on earth, and there I was, in heaven, only in Bakersfield.

thought I’d like to weep tequila tears for the inevitable extinction of certain American boys on horseback. •

Perhaps what I have lets me take Italy for granted and think, Well of course the buildings are more beautiful here, of course the shoes are better, of course the gas stations are sonnets of miraculous design . . . and, thinking that, come home to L.A. Because you don’t love things just because they’re beautifully designed; you appreciate them and go home.