Never is the disparity between West Hollywood's designer gloss and Silver Lake's casual side of L.A. gay life more apparent than at Faultline. Modeled after a '70s San Francisco leather bar, it's populated by a raucous blend of bears, leather daddies and a surprising number of disheveled but good-looking younger men. The entrance leads to a simple yet welcoming patio, and the club itself is pretty run-down. The atmosphere is that of a free-for-all--without the brawling.