Okay so the image is flipped 'cause I shot it with my laptop but you still get the idea. The decorative pillow is monogrammed with the first letter of my last name. My business partner's had an 's' on his.
The newspaper on the left is the lead daily in Norway--my biz partner's home--and the one on the right is the Jerusalem Post--the lead paper from the town where I grew up.
When you arrive at the hotel they don't send you up to your room, the escort you. Once you're in the room and they've talked you through the various 'room details' they pull out your complimentary bottle of wine and their signature pomegranate juice then ask you if you'd like a newspaper.
"What ones do you have?" you ask. "What ones do you want?" they answer.
And my crazy business partner keeps trying to stump them.
When they can't get an actual copy they print it then bind it for you then deliver it in a canvas bag with a rose affixed to it by a ribbon.
That's excessive.
I was actually embarrassed.
Goes to show you why I keep mentioning that L.A is its own kind of very twisted little town.
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