Since all I did today column-wise was take photos, I was extremely frustrated by my failure to snap a tiny cherry-red convertible that was no bigger than an amusement park bumper-car. My first thought upon seeing it was “wait…that’s real? Look like some kind of electric toy car.” A man and a woman were sitting in it, about to pull into traffic on Sunset in the Brentwood area. I pulled off into a side street about a half-mile ahead and then turned around and waited at the curb, hoping they’d catch up. Alas, they never showed.
Tooling along Fountain on my way over to the Hollywood Museum for a Tom O’Neil video chit-chat, some kind of mid ’40s convertible suddenly roared past in the opposite direction. I barely had time to turn the camera on and shoot.
