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SOM’s design is a successful glow-up of LA Metro’s existing brown bus shelters—kind of like when a local coffee shop gets a matcha makeover.
When I was eight, my culinary preferences stretched only as far as the Sherman Oaks Koo Koo Roo, a long-defunct rotisserie chicken chain that served the best Caesar salad in the world—or at least in the Valley.
LARB’s MacArthur Park home, a 1927 Spanish colonial revival complex known as the Granada Buildings, has a cult following.
There were shots of Will Rogers’s house—and more with his car, his stable, and his horse Soapsuds—and of the old Presbyterian Conference Grounds in Temescal Canyon.
There’s room aplenty within LA’s vast sprawl, where interstices of immanent potential have been left unbothered for the last hundred years.
McCoy takes shots at MGM Studios, Mel Brooks, and the director Herbert Ross—La Mesa property owners all—but reserves the bulk of her disgust for Roger Corman.
On our own, we are defenseless against the fireball we happen to depend on for existence.
An unconventional key to some of the features of a Los Angeles housing tract
Would Louis B. Mayer (or his accountant) have ever signed off on a design so lush, so louche, so über-Wright as this?
A hole in the universe opened in the Valley. We tried lying on top of it.
