http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/22/fashion/22age.html
I can't stand that contrived pseudo-relaxation of Southern California. In fact, I can't really stand Southern California as a rule.
My only LA story:
I was motorcycling down HWY 1 (seems a lifetime ago, really) and had stayed a few days in Buellton, north of LA. I decided to head to San Diego, and drove right through LA as close to the water the whole way (not a particularly long distance, but very s-l-o-w). When I got to my hotel in San Diego the check-in girl remarked, "You came through LA on your motorcycle, right?" I asked her how she knew, since I had locked my helmet on the bike at the back and walked around to the lobby. She replied, "When you get to your room, look in the mirror." Sure enough, there was a band of black soot around my eyes like a raccoon's where the faceplate of the helmet was often open because of the heat.
That was over 15 years ago -- I cannot imagine the pollution has gotten much better