advertisement

From the four-story trompe l’oeil curtain on the tomato-red building to the movie-marquee entry to the bold (OK, garish) geometric and damask patterns on the mish-mash of quasi-Victorian, mid-century retro and modern chairs, there’s not a subtle square inch in this high-concept, exceedingly red boutique hotel at L.A.’s most famous intersection. Despite the danger of sensory overload, the studio, one- and two-bedroom “flats” are among the largest rooms to be found in L.A., and all have fully stocked kitchens and combo washer/dryers. The beds have comfy pillow-top mattresses, and each unit has a private balcony or patio. Record players and an eclectic selection of vinyl 45s are a unique perk. The only bar is at the excellent Mediterranean restaurant, Cleo, but there’s plenty of nightlife nearby; the Avalon nightclub is right next door (miraculously, the noise doesn’t seep into the hotel.)