Brett Rossi’s gallery

Kelela at The Wiltern tonight and I'm already mapping the whole evening over iced coffee. This flannel was a button-up about two sips ago — tell me you'd be more help than my closet's been.

Last pool party of the season and I'm not ready for summer to end. This bikini was a better idea before the DJ turned the bass up and I remembered I'm on a rooftop. Tell me you'd stay till they kick us out.

Haruomi Hosono is making the Greek feel like a dream and I can't stop smiling. This top gave up on one shoulder somewhere during the second song — tell me you'd sit through the whole encore next to me.

Squeeze ended hours ago and I pulled over above the city instead of going home. The backseat was a better idea than driving — bet you'd have made me wait even longer.

Sleep gave up on me hours ago so I came downstairs instead. Soulwax at the Fonda is going to hit very different on no rest — come keep me company until the sun does?

Walked down to Hollywood to talk myself into Soulwax tickets tomorrow and the city is making a very strong case. One drink in and my willpower is already gone. Come argue me into the front row?

Up before the sun for no good reason and the coffee isn't even ready yet. This oversized tee is the only thing standing between me and the kitchen window right now. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in and found me like this.

LA Wine Fest wrapped hours ago and I still haven't left — found the stables instead of the exit. This blouse gave up somewhere around glass number three. Tell me you'd drag me home before I do something worse.

Casiopea just turned The Wiltern inside out and my ears are still ringing walking down Wilshire. This dress was a mistake — the kind where every step reminds me why. Tell me you'd walk me home like this.

Five-spice and neon and bass already bleeding through the walls from tomorrow's Cold Waves setup. My top gave up on both shoulders somewhere around the second block — tell me you'd find me before the first set.