An Angry Opinion About Los Angeles Not Necessarily Endorsed By This Blogger

Brooklyn, NY: The inner-sanctum of Hipster-dom, along with it's spiritual annexes; Austin, Minneapolis, Seattle, Hollywood etc. tends to house avenues and streets that bleed fresh creative explorations before vulturous bacterias grow within and feed off of the collective right-brain hemorrhages. Well, maybe not Hollywood, anymore.
Hollywood seems to have been reduced to having it's heart valves that used to gush blood for the sake of flowing become clogged with festering deleterious dyssocial disease long-time go.The reasons for why Hollywood, unlike some other metropolises that house a constant, age-old war of what reduces down to Jedi versus Sith, has chosen to become a breeding pen of cultural ouroboros remains unclear.
Perhaps it's a dilemma rooted in urban planning and geography; The residential, industrial and commercial regions of Manhattan and it's surrounding areas are in many cases interchangeable pieces of urban puzzle logic. When creativity was pushed out of Manhattan, the abandoned factories and apartments of Brooklyn magically became enchanted by the imagination of young artists and entrepreneurs and became lofts, music venues and independent store-fronts.
The cultural exchange rate was phenomenal. High concepts, for low-rent . Hollywood on the other hand, has grown and decayed within it's own half-life in a sandy-bowl of desert that could indeed be God's very own petri-dish for inane experiments. Unlike New York's vertically inclined, building-block potential of crammed, chunks of accessible potential space, you have disconnected islands of social expressions tangentially weaved together by long strips of intercity highway dotted with mini-malls, 7-11s and Diners still housing unchanged 60's decor.
The claustrophobia of the East Coast Carnival is what in the end seems to breed it's unique form of intimacy. Walking through Brooklyn can feel like a beautifully dizzying kaleidoscopic experience of neighborhoods blending into one another; the overall repetition is subtly augmented by a slow-burning evolution of cultural ambiance. In Los Angeles, it's hard to really pin down where it is you are actually existing. With it's lopsided looming hills, contorted freeways, huge faces on billboards and poorly integrated regions, it wouldn't be a far cry to look at it as some real-life diorama of an autistic child's convoluted drawing of a cartoony Gotham of some kind.
New York City, for the most part, was built brick by brick, outwards, and you can see that. This is how the construction work, and this is how the social environment works.
When you really think about it, Hollywood looks like a boring, trite suburb that had some Monolithic Beast shat haphazard chunks of city all over it.