Room 15, Klyt Bathhouse October 10, 2008
I went to the Thursday night openings in the downtown LA "arts district," looking for some of my old haunts. There was a time when that part of the city was inhabited by the working poor, the homeless, and various nefarious characters looking for opportunities (at some dupe's expense). The adult movie houses, SROs, and gay bars have been replaced by art galleries, condo-lofts, and trendy eateries.
At the time, Klyt was owned by the same Korean businessmen who ran the Coral Sands Motel on Western. It was essentially a bunkhouse for the male residents of skid row who could afford the eight bucks for a room (now costing twice that). Mixed in were closeted Latino immigrants and their admirers, along with a few crack dealers.
As Bruce Benderson writes in Towards a New Degeneracy, it was a social nexus where classes could come together, a particular type of location that is now almost extinct.
This scan from a 1967 Phonebook would mean that Klyt has existed in one form or another since 1905