Last summer, A.W.O.L. and I were meandering around the Venice Beach Boardwalk, like we do, when we came across a scene too bizarre for even Venice Beach: A bleary-eyed homeless Casanova cozied up to a plastic American Apparel siren (not played by Kim Cattrall.) Yes, I know, after writing that down it actually seems pretty normal for men in this town to cozy up to plastic things. But I’m hoping this photo is worth more than a 12 word description:
Shanon & Valley Girl join the unemployed masses and seek solace on Hollywood Boulevard, aka the “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” where they meet homeless and pregnant teen, Venice, talk to Green Lantern and other costumed folk, and learn important lessons from the movie “Friday.” Keep it surreal, L.A.!
Join Shanon and Valley Girl as they explore Brazil Day in historic Hancock Park near the stinky La Brea Tarpits; hear stories from the 2011 Burning Man from two Valley Burners and much more! Don’t miss this edition of the Surreal L.A. podcast recorded from our San Fernando Valley studio…complete with questionable futon.
The Valley Girl drags Shanon into the weird claws of a Cat Show. They witness a Tarantino-esque car chase on their way to the Inglewood diner Pann’s — and discuss some of Los Angeles’ homeless celebrities, mental illness and their plans to find Clive Barker at the Magic Castle. That’s right, we like to keep it Surreal, L.A.!
Any connoisseur of celebrity blogs and paparazzi-approved YouTube channels is probably familiar with her. She reigned the streets of Beverly Hills, Calif. circa 2009 – 2010. As a ruler, she was as “of the people” as they come: her throne was a lawn chair, her crown a humble scarf, her glass slippers a pair of worn sneakers. In a city deficient of superheros, Quween was a rare find.
Hello, my pretty pretties and welcome to my column “Strange Days” — where I promise to update you every Wednesday about my stranger days in this city of weird, misshapen angels.
Obviously the title of this column is borrowed by The Doors I.P. “Strange Days.” Jim Morrison was one of those few souls who seemed totally at ease with his own strangeness. In fact, he celebrated it and embraced the surrealism within him — and around him. And isn’t that what this blog is all about? Finding some kind of rusty beauty and truth in scenes like this:
In the spirit of the Lizard King, I’d like to share some of my anecdotes from my first night as an Angelino. So, grab your morning cup of Joe, update your Facebook status, sit back in your swivel chair, and get ready to ride the snake all the way into Surreal L.A.
Don’t miss the Mulholland Drive Edition of Surreal L.A., where the Valley Girl and Shanon record the podcast live from Mulholland Drive, overlooking the grimy, but glittering, San Fernando Valley. Follow their cracked-out, midnight conversation, covering topics from their epic search for Quween on the Scene to David Lynch’s Club Silencio, movies in the cemetery, and ghetto bootylicious photo shoots in front of the LACMA. Yeah, things just got weirder, L.A.
We want to hear from you too. Send your strange and unusual stories to firstname.lastname@example.org for a chance to get them read on the podcast or published on the blog. Keep it Surreal, L.A.!