This is a sketch I did of the lobby while I was staying at the delightfully odd Culver Hotel, which is choc-full with golden-age remnants, like Snow-White-esk carved roses on all doors and wiring that requires visitors to flip a master switch before using any lights. Notice the tech guys being dwarfed by the bizarrely oversized furnishings. Culver Angelinos were very pleasant, by the way, in an organic carrots sorta way.
