Valencia happens to be the suburb in which CalArts resides -- and has resided for decades, when the area was just citrus groves and a lower population of Stepford Wives. Somehow I think that CalArts is a bit of a thorn in Valencia's pretty little side, with its crazy nudie artist kids. An example of this would be in the women's bathroom I frequent, in which some artists decided to put up an impromptu installation on and near the corner stall:

These have been up for a couple of weeks. At first I stayed far, far away, but now I use the stall to take a crap and consider them my guards against intruders...needless to say, my upcoming spring break is very needed.
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