Arash Shirazi is a pretty cosmopolitan guy. A music agent and filmmaker, he hangs out with creative types and bohemians. He’s lived in Los Angeles, and spent time in cities such as, yes, Amsterdam, so it’s fair to say that he’s not particularly prudish in his social life.

And yet . . . leaving a Washington parking lot recently, he took pause when a distinctively skunky scent passed under his nostrils. Read More…