Frieda on Santa Monica Blvd.
One of the (many) things I adore about Los Angeles is the murals…the bizarre, incredible, so-bad-they’re-good murals like the shark biting into the Corona bottle on Beverly or the woman with the crazy hand and nails in the Adams district. We drive by them everyday and sometimes don’t notice them until, well, you can’t NOT notice them. This happened to me yesterday on the way back from lunch. Driving on Santa Monica Boulevard just after Vermont I saw this…Frieda Kahlo. And it’s so awesome I had to share. These murals are without a doubt the aesthetics of L.A. that I will miss dearly.