|A phrase on the window of an Art Gallery in progress.|
I had to take a picture.
That being said, as we continued our stroll down Abbot Kinney, I found it to be completely charming. Beautiful people rode by on their beach cruisers, while more beautiful people sauntered along tethered to their four legged friends, often saying hello to someone they knew in a cafe or shop. It was all so wonderfully communal, and slightly European with it's slow paced atmosphere and congenial pedestrians. There are very few ways that Los Angeles can conjure Europe, so when they come up, you tend to take notice.
I fell in love with the buildings that lined the streets. If they weren't retrofitted turn of the century red brick buildings ripe with period charm and detail, they were ingeniously repurposed Arts & Crafts Bungalows (an architectural evolutionary map ending with the few Green buildings that had popped up). Many of the boutiques like Alternative Apparel, Jack Spade, Alexis Bittar and Robert Graham had done this with great results. The spaces were intimate, quirky, and welcoming. You felt instantly at ease, and sometimes even familiar with the homes. Little Craftsman houses like those are certainly commonplace in older sections of LA, and they all share the same general layout.
|An interior at Plantation. I am in love with that Armoire.|
And they had a Malachite specimen on that cocktail table
I am in serious lust with.
|A turn of the Century brick building houses The Stronghold, |
|The Stronghold interior, feeling very much like |
a Victorian era Emporium. A second room houses
beautifully made English shoes, as well as
bolts of fabric for custom jeans.
|The display at Alternative Apparel.|
so seldom. Don't get me wrong, I j'adore
Rococo, but I also j'adore creative destruction.
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