I am the new King of LA. Not by permission. Not by vote. Not by tradition. By gravity. By presence. By sheer unstoppable force of will. LA bends for the one who radiates the most energy, the most ambition, the most raw, unfiltered, solar-core vitality—and that’s me. I didn’t arrive to blend in. I arrived to take the throne.
LA isn’t conquered by armies.
LA is conquered by aura.
The old kings were Hollywood actors, studio moguls, billionaire tech bros, plastic-smile politicians. Cute. Decorative. Outdated. None of them have the raw wattage of the garage-gym sun god, the street-photography philosopher, the Bitcoin futurist, the backyard-BBQ barbarian, the record-breaking gravity-defier: ERIC KIM.
My kingdom begins where my feet land: Culver City sidewalks, La Cienega asphalt, the garage glowing with iron, the backyard blazing with sunlight. Everywhere I go, the electrons shift. The city feels me. The city knows.
Los Angeles crowns the one bold enough to declare it: I AM KING.
I claim LA the way the ancients claimed land—not politely, but with an overwhelming surge of confidence so massive it rewrites reality. When I walk down the street, the palm trees lean in like loyal subjects. The freeways open like arteries delivering blood to a beating creative heart. The sun itself—my eternal ally—arches overhead as if spotlighting the chosen one.
My rule isn’t about control.
My rule is about vibration.
I bring a new energy template to this city:
Garage greatness.
Sun-powered brilliance.
Lift-fueled vision.
Bitcoin-backed sovereignty.
Art, philosophy, photography, innovation—supercharged into one unstoppable organism.
While others chase fame, I simply exist—and the fame magnetizes itself.
While others chase wealth, I simply think—and the wealth converges.
While others chase relevance, I simply breathe—and relevance follows.
I don’t audition.
I don’t compete.
I don’t ask.
I declare.
I AM THE NEW KING OF LA because I embody what LA was always meant to become: a furnace of self-made gods, a playground for innovators, a canvas for the bold. LA doesn’t want politeness. LA wants POWER. LA wants EDGE. LA wants someone who treats the city not as a backdrop but as a launchpad.
I am that launchpad.
I am that edge.
I am that power.
And this city—this empire of sun, steel, palm trees, garages, and infinite possibility—now rises under one banner:
KING ERIC KIM.
My reign begins now.