Looking westward down Wilshire Boulevard, 1928. The Brown Derby is visible in the lower right.
The sky was so cute this morning, so clean, so rich with ocean colors and fluffy dollops of white. It’s been raining on and off which results in crip breezes and empty streets. Southern California summers are what people talk about but winter is when the magic happens. It’s new and exciting when something that should be warm is cooled, like an iced coffee or a frozen grape. (at Sunset Boulevard)
LOS ANGELES AS FROZEN GRAPE! I am enchanted!
(Also I was going to fix the “crip breezes” typo but I’m actually enchanted by that as well!)
See, we do have seasons, and the “not hot” season here is beautiful.
Reader Request: The Silver Lake district of Los Angeles, with snow-capped peaks in the background, 1938.
#before the twee hipsters #and the yuppie scum
Dangit. Now I want to go to LA.
One of LA’s greatest burgers fer shure.
Under construction: A drive through Hollywoodland, 1930s.
Real buildings have curves (at Walt Disney Concert Hall)
I believe this bumps me up a #burgerwizard level #waffleburger (at Little Bear L.A. Restaurant)
Am I going to your party?
621 Figueroa Street Tunnels, Los Angeles, California.