A sort of dingbat, though not really. Dingbattian in its boxy, stuccoâ€™d, cheap construction/maximum density elements, but lacking covered parking between the stilts, and the all-essential facade-affixed architectural eccentricity (interlocking boxes, backlit asterisks, abstracted fish, some anamorphic squiggles) that forced Francis Ventre to spit at Reyner Banham while they were tooling around LA: â€œMy God thatâ€™s dingbat architecture!â€
The address font is rather somber, although an attempt was made to apply it jauntily. Itâ€™s no â€œShangri-Lodgeâ€ or â€œSeahorse Armsâ€ in giant fanciful script, but then, something so lacking in sobriety would likely disturb and spur the Dorseyâ€™s ghosts into demoniacal bloodlust. You know, like they got down the street at the Aku Pagoda Apts.