Booty call on Figueroa.
I'm not sure what the juridical crime was, but the esthetic crime is more an amusing misdemeanor than a jail-worthy felony. I sincerely hope the perp got off with a paper citation and a few smiles.
Standing bottomless on one of L.A.'s few remaining pay phones could be a statement about the growing lack of publicly accessible telecommunications devices in Southern California, or it could just be an excuse to get nekkid on a warm spring day.
The insouciant and shapely pose, reminiscent of that of Michelangelo's David, got me thinking . . . what if?
Then again, no.