From a Dezeen.com online article by Paul Jebara:
The nine suites at Arts District Firehouse Hotel are intended to capture a “dreamy mix of the elegant and bizarre”. Each is individually designed in layout and colour theme and named accordingly: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet, White and Black.
A new boutique accommodation, envisioned as a “dreamy mix of the elegant and bizarre”, has opened up inside a 1970s firehouse in Los Angeles.

The property marks the first boutique hotel in the city’s up-and-coming Arts District, and is aptly named the Arts District Firehouse Hotel.
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