How to have the best Sunday in L.A., according to Patrick Ta
'[But] right now, I'm obsessed with Los Angeles,' says the San Diego native. 'I feel like I am experiencing new friendship groups. For me, what makes a place magical are the people that you surround yourself with, and this entire beginning of almost summer has been the best networking and relationship building that I've ever had in Los Angeles. I feel like L.A. is exciting me again.'
While Ta has lived in Southern California for most of his life, he got his start in the makeup industry in Arizona. After convincing his parents to help him open a tanning and nail salon (which he eventually had to file bankruptcy for), his roommate helped him get a job at MAC, where he honed his skills and became a freelance makeup artist. He eventually relocated to L.A., and with the help of social media — where he posted his work — his career took off, and celebrities like Shay Mitchell, Kim Kardashian, Ariana Grande, Gigi Hadid and Camila Cabello began seeking him out to do their makeup. In 2019, he launched his eponymous beauty brand, which is known for its glowy products.
As a first generation Vietnamese American, Ta spent his Sundays at one of his mom's nail salons in San Diego.
'Weekends were their busiest [day], so we didn't have the weekends off to just chill, but after work I remember going to Red Lobster,' says Ta. 'That was such a big treat for me and my [older] sister because seafood was so expensive, and my mom would make us share. But if we were good with her at work, she would treat us to eating out.'
These days whenever he's not traveling, Ta tries to reserve his Sundays for spending time with friends. On the agenda is hitting up his favorite flea market, enjoying a seafood brunch at Catch and sober bar hopping in West Hollywood.
This interview has been lightly edited for length and clarity.
8 a.m.: Morning workout
I wake up anywhere from 8 to 9 a.m. I have a home gym, so I'll usually work out with my friend. He will come over and we'll do our own circuit. I'm trying to be better and more consistent with it. Then we will either go and get a green juice from Whole Foods because it's walking distance from my house, and we always go for a little sprint.
12 p.m.: Stop by the flea market
I will go home afterward to chill for a little bit, and then I'll see what my friends are doing so I can start planning my day. I love going to the Grove and the Melrose flea market, especially if a friend is in town. There's a perfume stand there that I always buy a mango sticky rice perfume [from], and it also comes in a candle. I also love wearing hats, so I like seeing what hats they have. I like the Melrose flea market because I always run into people I know, too. I also love H. Lorenzo. I always shop at the shop on Sunset Boulevard.
3 p.m.: Seafood for brunch
It's so cheesy, but I love Catch. I love sushi. I love seafood, and it's nice because it's on a rooftop. I love a sugar-free Red Bull. My favorite dishes are the truffle sashimi, the mushroom pasta with shrimp added and their baked crab hand rolls.
4 p.m.: Sober bar hopping in West Hollywood
Sometimes I want to go to West Hollywood to see my gay friends and be out and about and bar hop. What's so great about West Hollywood is you can walk around and see where everyone is. I don't go to a specific bar, because I actually don't drink. It's more of a thing to do with my friends.
7 p.m.: Netflix and steak
I'll finish off my day or any sort of socializing around 7 p.m., then I'll go home and make myself some food. I have been obsessed with just eating a steak with avocado and A.1. Sauce, and watching whatever TV shows I like on Hulu or Netflix. Right now, I'm obsessed with the show 'Sirens' [on Netflix].
10 p.m.: Do my rigorous skincare routine
I am super crazy about my skincare, and on Sundays I really try to condition my hair, my scalp, and I will always do a face mask. Then I'll do my skincare routine. I love exfoliating my body. I have this silicone exfoliant pad that I will use to fully exfoliate my body. I'll call it a night usually by 11 p.m. I always go into the office on Mondays and Tuesdays, so I don't really like to stay up that late on Sunday.
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