“Tomorrow we hike down to The Nazi Camp!” I tell my friend who has just flown in from Vancouver.
It’s Fall and she’s got to get out of the rain. L.A. is where she chooses to be for a few days. It’ll keep her warm, dry and a little bit happier to be somewhere different.
She scrunches up her nose at me mentioning the “Nazi”part; a typical reaction expected any time after Hitler let loose on the world. Nevertheless, after way too much rain, she’s up for anything. Especially a hike. Also, I sense she may be a tad curious.
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Bassel. Who is Bassel? I ask myself as I pull out my text machine to get a snapshot of this.
This guy is wheatpasted on a utility box on Laurel Canyon Boulevard in Studio City. I don’t see a street artist’s signature – nothing that I recognize – nothing I can find, anyway. Was it, in fact, put up by an artist? or some political group? The image looks fresh, I think to myself. This is pretty recent. Later, as I walk back from where I had come from, I notice the same image on the other side; although, it looks a bit ragged. The eyes are scratched out. Who is this guy? I wonder again.
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