that it might improve my state, but to no avail. Fortunately, a friend of ours from New York contacts the ever-
networked Lexi, and I'm sent off to Topanga for the cure. After a quick run up the coast, I end up here...
RedHanded, an artist collective and gallery, run by two redheads, the brilliant and elegant Anastasia,
and her partner, of whom I would hear much, but never meet. In addition to running RedHanded, Anastasia is also
a filmmaker, so we started chatting about Night of the Hunter and Robert Mitchum, and in no time at all, yet another
gorgeous redhead turned up. Something in the water, perhaps?
Listening to these two, as they hold court on Topanga Canyon Blvd., is an easy way to spend a day. Incredibly,
another of their friends, this gem of a blonde with a bottle of Jameson's in her handbag, turned up. Needless to say,
I loved her style. But, like the sign says...
Topanga Time.
I hated to go, so good was the company at RedHanded. But I was leaving LA early, and I knew it was now, or never.
