Adam and I lived in Santa Monica, a half-hour’s walk from the Pacific Ocean in westside Los Angeles, for five years…and never noticed one of it weirdest houses, all of seven blocks away.
But, it turns out, that’s because when we left Santa Monica in 1999, this madcap creation was still three years from being devised. For about 25 years, it had just been a plain old 1930s Bungalow, a dime a dozen in this sprawling beachside town.
But that’s how Santa Monica works: Something plain is always turning into something…different.
