Artist’s Welcome

We are still in Los Feliz wandering the neighborhood and across the street from Cafe Figaro is the ubiquitous struggling artist Art Deco Apartment Complex.   It seems that myself and everyone I know has lived in one just like it at some point in their LA life – mine was in West Hollywood.  They are perfect for many single artists as they often have an overabundance of one bedrooms.  These tiny crumbling apartments are filled with history from their original green/black or pink/black or yellow/black tiles in the bathroom to the musty hallway carpets and tiny wood closets.  My living room was red and another time pink.  My bedroom was blue and my kitchen yellow.  I got to get a lot of overindulging out of my system in that apartment: whether it was wall paint or drunk conversations with my buddy over the back fence.  Yes, there was a back fence and my friend’s apartment was at the back of the art deco building in the parallel street.  We got to be old fashioned country neighbors exchanging a cup of sugar and stories of the night before.   Best thing about these buildings: you’re friends are all in the same boat (and by boat I mean struggling artist living in dirty, worn art deco apartment ).

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