I live in Los Angeles, and I must admit that when I drive down Laurel Canyon Boulevard, a certain nostalgia takes over. When you wind through the hills, smelling the trees and taking in the mishmash of mod and Bohemian design, the urge to put on a kaftan and make out while Neil Young plays softly in the background is pretty strong. Filmmaker Andrew Slat…
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