There is nothing to say about this particular piece of L.A. scenery except for the fact that this steeple, complete with gyrating globe, sits above a conspicuous yet curtains-drawn-always-closed-possible-restaurant (best guess). I have yet to fully understand what the building functions as (or what search terms to enter in google), except as an ode to the “world,” and it’s unending axis spin – or a possible meeting place for Scientologists. No theory should be rejected.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 
crossroads of the world. just rent up a copy of ford fairlane. rock and roll detective. it will all make sense.