I love having random adventures. Discovering amazing little pockets of Los Angeles that I knew nothing about doesn’t happen every day; I know this city pretty well. So I get pretty excited when I encounter something unexpected, which usually results in an…
Why is it always the case that I have adventures like this when I’m forced to go pick up a package? This time it was a UPS facility northeast of downtown that couldn’t seem to properly deliver a box of soap from Bigelowe & Co. (for Boyfriend) that I had bought a month prior (and had already been stolen off my doorstep once).
When I got there, I discovered while waiting in the lobby these neat little rolly things they use to roll packages around with ease.
On my drive there, I passed this weird little sign that said “Apothecary Fairy,” which is apparently a skin-care company that sells lotions, soaps, rubs, candles and other stinky crap to scare men out of your bathroom.
I decided to pull over on my way back to investigate. I’m so glad I did, because I discovered The Brewery, which is an ART COLONY, which I put in caps to try to keep myself from laughing when I say it or read it (to no avail). An ART COLONY (teehee!) is (as far as I can tell) like an ant colony, but instead of ants working endlessly on unique, but in the end pointless creations, it’s people (zing!). And they live in this area of Los Angeles I’ve never seen before. And I’m kinda jealous, because it looks awesome.
There’s a really neat balance of metal and organic sitting around, enjoying a kind of harmony.
Having said that, everything looks very intentionally abandoned, which I kinda hate because then it’s fake, and loses it’s mystery. It’s like steampunk threw up all over everyone’s front lawn, then sat and rusted for a while.
But happening upon an area like this by chance was still super fun. There was a little cafe, and this miniature grassy park area!
And a tiny rocket car! I really wanted to ask someone about this, but I figured I was already potentially trespassing on private property just by being there, so drawing attention to the fact that I (an ordinary outsider) was taking dozens of photos of their shit was not on the menu.
And a Caterpillar! Like everything else on the property, I wondered how it had ended up there, but somehow this one totally fascinated me. Who had driven in last? What did they haul around? Did it still work? It had to weigh a ton, how would they move it?
And this old car! This one looks totally intentionally placed, and didn’t exactly charm the pants off me. Old cars are just so fun to look at though, I couldn’t resist.
Next to the car was a Mexican man who asked me for the time. I said, “A las una,” then, “Puedo tomar un foto del coche?” Hooray! I speak the Spanish! Watchless Mexican did not give two shits that I had mastered Spanish I, and went back to shining these pieces of copper, seemingly for an art project.
Near the copper-shining-Mexican was a giant piece of what can only be described as a huge piece of totally unnecessary metal machinery. I chuckled aloud as I wondered how many people had accidentally backed up into it as they parked in one of the few official parking lots I could find.
I realized as soon as I set eyes on it that the Brewery smoke stack is a landmark I’ve seen before, though I can’t recall where. I had suddenly found familiar ground in a wasteland of intentionally derelict buildings and pieces of Americana.
It topped off this really neat, giant building which may have honestly been a steel refinery at some point, and has actually been abandoned, as interior photos clearly showed.
I found an official entrance to the compound (which distinctly said “PRIVATE PROPERTY”), and right outside, down the block was an Aikido dojo.
I threw on my hazard lights, jumped out to grab an inevitably poorly-written brochure, and drove toward a busy street, thinking my thoroughly satisfying adventure had drawn to a close. But no! If you had told me that the last photo I would take that day was of a giant, half-finished carousel horse surrounded by shipping crates, I would have said, “You’re crazy, Sam I Am.”
I drove a little, stopped to wander around and take some photos, then jumped back in the car to find the next out of place, rusty thing. I was a little late to get pho with my dad in Silverlake at Pho Cafe, but it was worth it, and then I got to see my dad.
What a great adventure!