the other night i was talking with a friend of mine about the ‘hidden in plain sight’ aspect of l.a architecture. […] case in point: my friend ruttiger lives near me in a house that from the street looks […] like a crystal meth dispensary with shrubbery […] but then you walk in the front door and you see gigant-o (that’s a technical term in architecture circles) windows looking dramatically out over the hills and mountains and griffith observatory and downtown.
(oh, and the cowskin on the floor isn’t a repudiation of my vegan principles, as i neither ate it nor rolled around on it naked).

Moby’s LA architecture blog is kind of the best.