Cruising down brunch boulevard in Los Angeles (3rd St. West Mid-City) has become one of my favorite afternoon visits in the city of cars. Not for the caramel pancakes, or organic wheat toast, or grade C movie stars, but for the endless supply of mad ill billboard bombings! Boutique stridden and grove congested 3rd St. is home to one of the most rapidly changing street exhibitions in the country. And yes, I feel expert enough to claim such boasts.
Those who lift their noses to the sky and not just towards their red velvet cupcakes enjoy whimsical and sometimes stunning treats without being taxed. When it's not Augor or Revok destroying heavens with ridiculously well crafted pieces integrated into the billboard designs, other cats step up to the metal plate. Low-fi camera represent!
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