Thanks, Pío Pico!

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Pico Blvd. is a major east-west street in L.A. which runs through many of the culturally diverse neighborhoods in the city. It’s fun to walk or drive down to get a dose of L.A. flavor. Take note of the beautiful hand painted signage which abounds. This photo was snapped just west of Robertson.

Borrowed from Wikipedia:

Pico Boulevard starts in the city of Santa Monica and enters the city of Los Angeles near the intersection with Centinela Avenue. The neighborhoods of Los Angeles through which Pico Boulevard travels are among the most culturally diverse in the city. From west to east, they include the Japanese and Persian neighborhood of West Los Angeles, the predominantly Caucasian neighborhood of Rancho Park, the business and entertainment center of Century City, the primarily Jewish neighborhood of South Robertson, the largely African American and Latino Mid-City district, the heavily Korean neighborhoods of Country Club Park and Koreatown, the predominantly Central American neighborhoods of the Byzantine-Latino Quarter and Pico Union, the redeveloping South Park, and the Garment District of Downtown Los Angeles.

Some major L.A. landmarks to look out for if you’re traveling east from the beach: Casa del Mar, an incredibly beautiful luxury hotel, opened in 1926; McCabe’s Guitar Shop which is also a forum for folk music performances of all sorts; The Apple Pan, opened in 1947 and famous for its hamburgers and seating shortages; Roscoe’s House of Chicken ‘n Waffles; Papa Cristos, fantastic Greek restaurant and deli (Thursday nights is family style dining); and downtown find the 90 block hub of the West Coast apparel industry, the Fashion District.

a nice Papa

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loc: Inside Papa Cristo’s at Pico and Normandie
If you’re there keep an eye out for a 5-foot-tall silver-haired gentleman with a caterpillar mustache. That’s Papa. He’s very friendly.

The city of Angels, indeed.

sitting pretty

They got every single wheel, you can’t see but they left the spare on the other side. Thats the kind of Los Angeles I have grown to love. People only take what they need, they didn’t need a Delco am/ fm radio, just three tires.
~ Brett Wood

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what’s that smell?

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snapped at Pico and Wilton

just a drill, folks

L.A. Firemen ripping a hole in the roof, and an ice cream cart.

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taken at pico and central (ish)

things are happening over on Fairfax…

Fairfax District has really evolved over the past 2 years or so. I’m moving out of this hood, but I’m really going to miss some of the best thrift stores in town, my hipster and hasidic neighbors, and my new favorite hamburger spot, Golden State.

The photos are from an event a couple of weeks ago at Reserve, this curious part gallery, part high-end t-shirt shop right across from Canter’s. John Downer is a renowned type designer and the night of the opening was treating patient fans to personalized name tags.IMG_1955

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Get your Obama family t-shirts right here

Taken downtown Los Angeles. Best counterfeit goods anywhere at very reasonable prices. A friend of mine got a price cut down from a dollar, that’s insane! Try that on Hollywood blvd…

Thanks for the photo and caption, Brett W.obama!

a simple request

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loc: the alley at melrose and citrus aves.

angry, drunk clown

a much-needed kick in the keister from contributor RG:

okay, it’s been forever since there’s been a new post on here. so here’s a clown that apparently wants to get me drunk.

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What’s up with that Subway to the Sea?

This is turning into Brett Wood’s blog. To share your own LA-inspired photo-stories, send photos and captions to oneLAstpicture@gmail.com.

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It’s called “Riding Lucky”. Actually I made that up, but the next sentences are true. It is when you ride the LA metro and do not have to pay due to the broken money-taker. My record is three in a row. It happens at least seventy percent of the time riding LA public transportation and it is by far my favorite thing about riding the ‘Met. Probably taken on the Rapid Santa Monica 704.