Aussie cappuccinos, iced vovo shakes, fairy bread... this is so bloody Australian and so bloody gewd.

Need some socks? Need some pants? Bacon wrapped hot dogs? Remote control helicopter? A rabbit? Look no further than the Fashion District, L.A.'s version of a Turkish Bazaar. I keep my studio here, too.

There is absolutely no reason to go to this museum, which is the very reason why you should go! If you're stuck on run-of-the-mill, socially-relevant, highly-educational museum experiences, then Chuck E. Cheese would be more enlightening, but if your idea of a good afternoon is sifting through hand-made treasures at an alzheimer patients rummage sale, then I've got your spot! It's very small, dimly lit, and not many of the displays actually function, but it does encapsulate a very distinct, random, getting-away-with-it spirit, which courses through the finest of Los Angelenos.

Being in and around the freeways... especially Driving on the bridge that connects the 10 west fwy to the 405 south, over looking city landscape that should be cherished because it is a fleeting moment that only lasts a few seconds.

I consistently spend a lot of time here. It's the most relaxing place in the city.