Nothing Standard About The Standard, Hollywood

When we drove up and saw the upside down sign my husband was alarmed. But I knew better. That was just the beginning. And why expect less on Sunset Boulevard?

The Box--No photos allowed when someone is in there

The Standard, Hollywood defies all standards.

The soap and the Q-tips are black.

Smoking is not only permitted, but encouraged poolside.

There is an “installation” of a person lying on a mattress behind glass directly behind the registration area for four hours each night.

The featured furniture in the room is a Hershey's Kiss beanbag chair.

A waitress conducts champagne drinking games for those in the pool.

Paint it black

And despite all its cool, there is something cold about The Standard, Hollwyood.

It has the air of mutton disguised as lamb.

Clearly the mo/hotel is a holdover from the 60’s with all its curvy groovy lines. But it is desperately moving into the new millennium as we speak.

Half of the rooms are dedicated to construction workers.  I wonder what they make of the black soap? There is building tape propping open many a door. 

When I looked out my window I saw painters working in another room. Not on artwork.

It seems...unfinished. A work in progress. A progressive work.

Hershey's Kiss chair

It was fun there, though. Such a relaxed atmosphere begets relaxation. The room key says “Slip It In.” A Do Not Enter sign indicates do not disturb.

There are clear plastic hanging basket chairs in the lobby.

There is something provocative about coming home late at night and seeing someone lying in state.

One night it was an older man who lay very still. Another night it was a young woman working furiously on her laptop.

It’s called The Box and takes various artistic forms throughout the year.

People watching is extraordinary.

Hanging

One of my pet peeves, no coffeemaker in the room, was partially addressed by the 24/7 restaurant on the main floor. Croft Alley, also flavored with a 60’s style diner ambiance. The food from their kitchen fed the ravenous pool-goers. I have never seen so much avocado toast. Fashion tip, large reflective sunglasses. Buy them now, don't wait years until they come to Washington, DC.

The World Cup Finals were playing in the bar Sunday. I am not sure who anyone was for, but there were huge exhortations when anyone scored.

I too have a huge exhortation for The Standard, Hollywood. But I’m not sure what it’s for.

 World Cup