Scott invited us to J.D. Webb‘s CD release party at the Oviatt Building penthouse on Thursday night. J.D.’s music wasn’t exactly my bag, but I give him credit for rhyming “hair like molasses” with “dark sunglasses.” What was impressive was the setting, an Art Deco building designed for a luxury haberdasher. On the roof, we were surrounded by much taller buildings whose lit-up windows formed their own kinds of constellations in the night sky. (I just hoped the lights weren’t on because people were still working at 10 p.m.!) The band could make as much noise as it wanted to because the block was deserted. This whole week turned out to be a love letter to downtown Los Angeles. A few days before, I went to see 500 Days of Summer and delightfully nudged Bryan when the Redwood, the traditional L.A. Times after-work bar, appeared on screen. Movies that romanticize downtown living usually choose Manhattan as the backdrop, but I hope Hollywood remembers this kind of old-school glamour lies just a few miles away.