When I was 21 and lived in Miami, I spent endless weekends partying at The Standard. A good friend of mine was dating one of the bouncers, so we were always guaranteed a good time (perks of being in your early 20’s amiright?). They always threw the best day parties by the pool and had the dopest DJs spinning the newest music. So when I was invited to stay at The Standard in West Hollywood while visiting L.A., I couldn’t help but have my hopes high that their hotel would be just as lit.
Upon arriving with one of my best friends, photographer Ron Hill, I immediately fell in love with The Standard’s mid-century modern, vintage decor. We arrived Sunday afternoon, and their day party was in full swing. Thankfully, I had a room with a view of the pool, so I could take in all the action while getting ready to head down there myself.
After a night of drinks and good times with some of my friends, I woke up the next morning and headed down to Alma, the Standard’s highly touted restaurant for breakfast. The restaurant was gorgeous and had these adorable counter seats. I sat at the counter, had a tequila and soda (I mean I was on vacation so when in L.A.) and had the best breakfast I had eaten my entire trip. Feed me bacon and I’m forever yours.