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L.A. is to yoga what Paris is to cooking and Austin is to music. In the late ’60s and early ’70s, a constellation of practitioners of the discipline settled here; many had apprenticed in India with Hindu masters like B.K.S. Iyengar and Patabi Jois or were followers of that pied piper of hippies, Sikh yogi Bhajan. Once they established studios around town, something happened: Influenced by the body culture already in place (and no doubt by our relentless need to self-reinvent), yogic forms morphed into unique ways to get in shape and get one’s head together, from the ultraspiritual Kundalini at Golden Bridge to the purely physical hot yoga at Bikram. No surprise, Hollywood was first to embrace all this; the rest of us peacefully followed. Namaste.