Photo Diary: L.A.’s trendiest tanning salon. (I’m serious.)

The last time I was in L.A. I got an impromptu tour of L.A.’s trendiest tanning salon, an expansive, pseudo-industrial spot in the heart of Beverly Hills, where Posh and Becks and Jennifer Aniston and lots of names I don’t recognize, all pile in to get sprayed and get baked. (Not good baked. Baked baked — as in laying around inside light pods cultivating unnatural bronze sheens.)

Needless to say, I was rapt. I also stole a pile of packages filled with disposable tanning underwear. Which I’m wearing right now.

6 comments

  1. Rfive

    >>Needless to say, I was rapt. I also stole a pile of packages filled with disposable tanning underwear. Which I’m wearing right now.

    Pics or it didn’t happen….

  2. jason lujan

    holy shit. i used to go and just stare at that fancy bp gas station – now i have a new go-to place when i roll through town. thanks!

  3. c-mon

    @jim: sadly, the eye bras were out of reach
    @jason: people will think you’re a local if you’re sipping a protein drink when you arrive. and whatever you do, don’t pack any carbs. those will set off alarms…