Laurel Canyon is legendary.
Books and films have covered the infamous parties, rock stars and tragedies that gave this Los Angeles mecca its reputation. But even before the 1960s, I bet there was always that ethereal, mysterious feeling among the cabins shrouded by eucalyptus trees and coyotes howling through the night.
Ariel Sands threw a knockout Alice in Wonderland-themed bash, turning her Laurel Canyon abode into The Rabbit Hole. The spread included mystery potions that guests were encouraged to drink. And if visitors dared to show up sans costume, they were given sandwich boards to wear, resembling a deck of cards.
What Los Angeles neighborhood could have been better suited for this psychedelic fete?
Fayeruz Regan 