Here in LA, it takes a lot of somethin’ to get people to stop what they’re doing and take notice of a car. We’re all so numbed by the endless parade of $300k supercars, Bentleys with private drivers and matte black G-wagons that to get a group of non-tourists to stop what they’re doing on a Wednesday afternoon & gape at a particular ride, well you know that one’s gotta be special. This was the case in a recent (equally rare) walk through the residential streets of West Hollywood..
..during which I saw this:
Now maybe if I was in Santa Cruz, Venice Beach or Austin, this van wouldn’t seem so out of place. But this is a neighborhood filled with older gay couples walking their Jack Russells and Persian families looking to raise their kids somewhere “Beverly Hills adjacent.” So to see a hippie chic with a nip slip on the side of a passenger van makes you wonder: was it someone’s yoga teacher dropping by for a “house call”? A guru delivering a “cleanse”? Or a life coach coming over for a “private consulation”? All of which are contemporary Angelino code for “nooner.” But that’s another entry, this one’s about the van.
The front end was equally perplexing:
And while I was tempted to write off this wacky van’s owner as some tripped out, home-wrecking, hippie, I couldn’t help but think: A State Of United Transcendence sure sounds good. And it’s so refreshing to see a parked van and contemplate something other than child molestation or a recent airport shuttle. So I salute you, Mr. Karma Chameleon Freak Of The Week– keep on trippin’!