On Beverly Blvd. (not Drive), just west of LaCienega, there is one of the most horrifying pieces of architecture I've ever seen, a hotel, that, when it opened, went by the name of Ma Maison Sofitel. If Ma Maison had a branch in it when it first opened, well, the name might make some sense. But nothing about the building quite makes any sense, although its southern suites all offer a swell view of the whale of a building known as The Beverly Center. There's bright blue glass and trim on a dizzying quantity of French doors, over some sort of Spanish motif fleshed out in pink concrete. Not to be outdone, across Beverly Center is yet another shopping mall, and an even worse piece of architecture (than Beverly Center), The Beverly Connection. On the other corner, the northeast, is, I believe, a gas station, which, by process of elimination, the best looking thing on that corner.
And to think, it once was an amusement park and pony ride (Beverly Center, that is.)
It's so lonely here you could hear a card drop. (Or the Cards drop two.)