The Standard

The Standard

After a decade of not being standard, the hotel celebrated its ten-year anniversary by documenting what made it exactly that. The good, the bad, and the gloriously weird: a possessed TV, a melted pair of glasses, a lost bag of weed, and a poolside resurrection courtesy of WeHo Jesus. One guest thanked the staff for hydration. Another for getting him through a divorce. Someone kindly pointed out the sign was upside down. (It stays that way.) Published across books, calendars, and ads. A love letter told in complaints, confessions, and tip-jar solidarity.

After a decade of not being standard, the hotel celebrated its ten-year anniversary by documenting what made it exactly that. The good, the bad, and the gloriously weird: a possessed TV, a melted pair of glasses, a lost bag of weed, and a poolside resurrection courtesy of WeHo Jesus. One guest thanked the staff for hydration. Another for getting him through a divorce. Someone kindly pointed out the sign was upside down. (It stays that way.) Published across books, calendars, and ads. A love letter told in complaints, confessions, and tip-jar solidarity.