Working for Jeff Lewis is a rush. The opportunity to partake in his world is like boarding one hell of a fierce-ass rollercoaster. The adrenaline courses through your veins as you strap yourself in -- getting ready for the highs and lows, the twists and turns. Throughout the ride you are laughing, screaming, and crying -- you feel alive. It is all at once frightening and exhilarating. By the end of it, when you know you're safe and have gotten through it, you have this big smile on your face and are shaking your head in disbelief at what you have just experienced. In this strange way, you feel good and at peace. You are exhausted, but it is a satisfying type of exhaustion. The rush was totally worth it.
My favorite memory of Jeff is a brief exchange we had on my first visit to the Hancock Park residence two days after I started working for him. To me, it is quintessential Jeff Lewis. It was the first time I was able to get a glimpse into the demands of his professional life. We were standing outside the front door while a flurry of activity buzzed around us. Being new, it seemed like he was juggling nine million different things at once. There were a lot of people, all wanting and needing answers from Jeff -- trash guys, potential contractors, and the gas man along with a film crew hovering about and a phone that just kept on ringing. In the midst of all this frenetic energy, he turned to me and asked me a straightforward question:
"Do you drink?" I chuckled and replied,
"No. I'm not a drinker."