And, I for one, Welcome our new Star Wars Overlords
Although it's probably not true, and if it were, hard to believe, 30 years ago LAist was around 10 years old. And let's pretend that when we were around 10 a movie came that summer out that the newspapers claimed to be "The New Western".
Let's also pretend that when you're 10 years old you don't wanna go to any lousy New Western no matter what the tv commercials are showing you - for even at 10 years old LAist knew advertising was usually bullshit - ask the slot cars that collected dust under the bed which never sped around those corners like they did in the commercials, instead they flew off the tracks and into the shag carpet; ask the "electric football" game that vibrated the little guys in tiny circles, forcing us to invent "tryouts" so we could figure out which player could run the straightest, thus it too sat collecting dust; and ask our walkie-talkies which promised long engaging conversation with mysterious truckers who would teach us about the ways of the world, but were taken away once our mom found out that mysterious truckers were teaching us the ways of the world.
30 years ago we ended up at "Star Wars" the weekend it came out, despite our protests, and ten minutes into it we were... into it. This weekend there's a big ass Star Wars convention going down next to Staples filled with people who once into it never left.
After the jump some more photos shot by Peter Kambasis who gave us permission to use them, so may the Force be with him as he tours our fine city.