So here’s the thing: Los Angeles is not a great place. I say that from an East Coast perspective, which is to say,
the most enlightened perspective on earth (perhaps next to the French when it comes to the matter of coquettish pouting).
But that’s not the point. The point is that when you walk down the street in LA, lamenting the fact that you are in LA,
you come upon something like this: an object so suited to sit against the blue backdropped eternal road that is Los Angeles.