Is there anyplace more artless than a gym? All that drudgery and nothing good to look at, unless you count the taut bodies surrounding you. And unless you go to the LA Fitness across the street from LACMA. Now that it gets dark early, Urban Light is on when I leave for the day—the only good thing about daylight savings in my mind—as are the lights in the gym on the other side of Wilshire. So now I’ve suddenly begun to notice the people inside working out. I wonder if these healthy folks are any more inclined to stay on the exercise bike with such a magnificent view? Can you think of another gym where a world-class work of art is front and center?