In what was the car week from hell, I found myself driving through some of the more unsavory parts of Los Angeles, or at least what most people see as unsavory, trying to find a mechanic who wouldn’t rob me. My whole artistic philosophy has been to find beauty in the most unlikely places. While driving to the shop, this house caught my eye, right on the border of where neighborhoods change. This line is clear as day, and a beautiful thing to see. Up in Hollywood, I see people struggling to create a culture, or to live in the “Hollywood” culture. Down in south central, people know who they are. This house was the perfect thing to see on the border. Clean, sophisticated lines with a hint of flavor as evidenced by the windows. It’s like something right out of a fairy tale.