At once, jefe. Here they are, in downtown San Fernando.
Right next to the bridal shops…
And up the street from the San Fernando Pananderia…
Where men still create with their hands…
If your holiday has not gone well, take heart. You could be here, doing laundry in a minimum security correctional facility, a stone’s throw from the 405, and the beeps and thwaps of cars going to and fro, wherever they may choose to go.
Do dreams come true when they are wished for ungrammatically? Is there such a thing as mis-spellings in the subconscious? Are wishes and dreams still counted as aspiration when they are commodified as mural art for a retail establishment selling car stereos, rims, window tinting and lambo doors? Perhaps the artist was trying to write ‘wish home true’, a phrase of deep poetic geometry, but messed up his gangster cursive, just as the left cerulean eye doesn’t quite match the aquamarine right. In the great Mid-Valley Cultural Ghoulash, even an after dinner walk comes with meditative delight, free of charge.
The day after the day after Christmas, and still no takers. Shrek remains non-plussed and in character presiding over his stall in Plaza Del Valle..
The neon sign remains alight, but the classic streamline moderne building remains empty for another retail season.
Giles awaits the tinkling of sleigh bells. Failing that, the scrabbling of the Christmas mouse beneath the tree.
Mrs. UpintheValley spurns the season’s temptations.
Counter-programming, Sherwood Forest.
Full house at Sam Woo BBQ.
Last wash at 12, Roscoe Lavanderia. Feliz Navidad.
Unexpected curbside delight at the north end of Lankershim Blvd.