I’M ALWAYS drawn to places — moments — in Los Angeles that go against the perception of what the city is.
These old structures rest on a corner just as you cross over the part of Melrose Avenue that goes from “trendy and quirky” to stately Hancock Park-adjacent into what we call “East Hollywood” which is an amalgam of ethnicities and language and visual notes. These old neighborhoods have eluded the long-arm of gentrification — for now anyway — and give us a sense of what the city used to look like.
This one is going soon. It makes me wonder about all of the stories that took place in and around it.