To say goodbye to The Standard Hotel, a Sunset Strip icon since 1998, is to say goodbye to an era — in Los Angeles, and in my life.
I got to know The Standard intimately, while lounging inside its infamous, voyeuristic art installation, The Box. Once a week, I’d slip into white boy shorts and a tank top, and crawl inside a large, glass display case behind the concierge desk.
For seven hours at a time, I was the art installation. Being a Box Girl was one of many ridiculous freelance gigs during my 20s.
I was your stereotypical "L.A. slash": a writer/actor/waitress/nanny/extra, and etc. Box Girl was the easiest slash, because it required absolutely no skill.
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