So, you’ve probably seen pictures of 8899 Beverly, or maybe driven past it. Looks pretty slick, right? All modern and expensive. I got a bit fixated on it for a while, not gonna lie.
I’m the kind of person who likes to know what’s really going on behind the curtain, you know? Not just the shiny brochure version. So, with 8899 Beverly, I started by just, well, looking. I’d walk by at different times of day. Early morning, late night. Trying to get a feel for the place beyond just the architecture.
My Little “Project”
My first step was just observing. Who goes in? Who comes out? What’s the vibe? Sounds a bit nosy, I know, but I find it interesting. I noticed it was usually super quiet. Like, eerily quiet for such a big building in a busy area. Lots of tinted windows, you know the type. Very private.
Then I tried to see if I could get any closer, metaphorically speaking. Not like trying to break in, heavens no. But just, trying to understand its pulse. I’d sit at a coffee shop nearby, watch the deliveries, the valets. It’s all very… orchestrated. Very smooth. Almost too smooth, if you ask me.
You might be wondering why I’d spend my time doing this. Fair enough.
Well, here’s the thing. Around that time, I was in a bit of a weird spot. I used to do specialized set dressing for small film shoots. Indie stuff mostly. It was fun, creative, but man, the hours were brutal and the paychecks, well, they’d show up eventually. Mostly. Then, this one big project I was counting on, the one that was supposed to keep me busy for six months, just evaporated. Poof. The director had a “creative epiphany,” which meant half the crew, including me, was suddenly out of work with two days’ notice.
I was pretty mad, and honestly, a bit lost. Had all this free time I didn’t ask for. My wife – bless her – was working steady, but I felt like a spare part. So, to keep from climbing the walls, I started these little “observation projects” around the city. 8899 Beverly just happened to be the one that really grabbed my attention because it was so new and so… imposing, I guess.
I’d spend hours just walking, and I’d always end up near it. It became a sort of challenge. What’s the story here? Beyond the steel and glass.
What I Figured Out (Sort Of)
It’s not like I uncovered some big secret. Don’t expect any scandals. But what I did get was a sense of how these ultra-modern, super-exclusive places operate. It’s like a fortress, but a really polite one. Everything is designed to be seamless and invisible for the people inside, and pretty opaque for anyone on the outside.
- The staff: Always impeccably dressed, always discreet. They see everything and say nothing. Masters of the silent nod.
- The residents (or who I assumed were residents): You’d see fancy cars gliding into the garage, but rarely the people themselves. It felt more like a high-end hotel than a home, in some ways.
- The deliveries: Even those were choreographed. Specific times, specific entrances. No messy Amazon boxes piling up by the main door here.
My grand “investigation” didn’t lead to any earth-shattering discoveries. It mostly taught me that some places are just designed to be looked at, not understood, at least not by folks like me just wandering by.
Eventually, I got a call for a new gig – totally different field, working with reclaimed materials, which has been a surprisingly good fit. So, my little Beverly Hills stakeouts came to an end. But every now and then, when I pass by 8899 Beverly, I still kind of peer at it, remembering that weird period of my life and my strange little hobby. It’s just a building, but for a while there, it was my Moby Dick. A very quiet, very clean Moby Dick.
