If I had to choose to be a Barbie doll of sorts, I’d have to go ahead and say Venice Beach Barbie would be my choice. She is totally tubular dude. The vibrant energy of this beach town that I grew up with is constant and infectious. It’s no wonder it’s a destination that is travelled to by those from all over the world. All who come want to know how to unlock the secret of that laid back calm and cool charm that Venice Beach encapsulates. But this secret is interpreted differently, of course, by each of the independent souls that make up Venice. The freedom to be unique and the embracement of a whole lot of weirdness is what makes Venice Beach sparkle. It is this sparkle that attracts characters from all walks of life with stories as colorful as Oz. From the norm-core and pretty bohemians to the too tan, too muscular and overly polished. What sticks out like a sore thumb elsewhere is happily normal here. Tans are prevalent and wrinkles aren’t even a thought. Freckles are necessary to the pursuit of happiness. Roller blades rule over sneakers. But sandy bare feet are preferred. $5 sunglasses are a daily purchase and dreadlocks give voluminosity to that already larger than life hippie way of life. Vegan meals and Coca-Cola provide energy. Skater boys are princes and their girlfriends are princesses that are just as bad ass on wheels. Where chic means being raw and frayed around the edges. Where dog is every man’s best friend and babies run free and naked. Where one man can play ever single instrument at once and get people of all ages dancing up, down and all around as if they just heard music for the first time. Where a break dancer is equal to the bike rental salesman. More high fives than hand shakes. Ketchup on everything. Venice goes with the flow and is the perpetual no judgement zone. Fancy pants or camouflage shorts, you are in . . . as long as their are peace beads around your neck and love in your eyes. Bring me back to Venice Beach baby.
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