here’s the info for my next art/photo show… pictures i’ve taken of the apocalypse and the post-apocalyptice cult of the innocents.
Project Gallery, 1553 N. Cahuenga Blvd. LA 90028
friday february 21st - march 30th, 2014
"most cults are pre-apocalyptic, anticipating a benign or malignant impending apocalypse. but, as we all know, the apocalypse started a few years ago. ‘innocents’ is a look at the unfolding apocalypse itself, as well as the cult of innocents that arose in it’s wake."
hopefully see you soon,
i haven’t put up an architecture update in a couple of weeks… i’m sorry. mea culpa.
todays’ house is the derby house, built in glendale by lloyd wright, frank’s son. per usual i could only take pictures from the street, as the creepy architectural voyeur stalker that i happen to be.
i’m not sure i would want to live in one of lloyd or frank’s mayan spaceships, but i’m amazed and happy that they exist. they’re like an obscure architectural/design cul de sac that showed up in the 20th century and pretty quickly disappeared. an odd side bar of heavily ornamented modernism, usually looking like a bunker built by mayans or aztecs visiting from a very distant galaxy. but it’s hard to not be impressed and amazed by the inventiveness and the oddness and the uniqueness of these bunkers.
oh, also, completely unrelated, i’m having an art opening at project gallery on cahuenga, if you’d like to come by. the show will be up from this friday for about 5 or 6 weeks. it’s all pictures of the apocalypse and the post-apocalyptic cult of the innocents.
i’ve put some other pictures up here.
hopefully see you soon,
i have a lot of favorites when it comes to houses in l.a. having said that, this is one of my favorites. which shouldn’t demean the idea of a ‘favorite’. i mean, isn’t it better to be liberal with labeling things ‘favorites’ rather than stingy with approval and appreciation? or maybe i’m just lazy and i need a better word than favorite.
i want to find out more about this house, but here’s what i know:
- it was built in the 20’s.
- it’s almost completely hidden by vines and trees and plants and more vines.
- the rolling stones stayed here when they were finishing ‘exile on main street’.
- marilyn manson lived here for a while.
- lots of other people have lived here.
- it’s built around a very tall central spiral staircase.
- it probably has a storied (no pun intended) past, but i don’t know anything more than what i’ve written here.
i mean, i assume that in the 20’s and 30’s it was home to odd and debauched early movie stars, but that’s only an assumption on my part. an assumption with empirical support, as almost every house in hollywood has been home to odd and debauched movie stars (including my own, thank you very much).
also i’m continually amazed that overgrown estates like this are literally 3 minutes from grimy crumbly hollywood. all of the odd and interesting stuff in l.a is, to a large extent, hidden.
just got back from holiday travels and i decided to take some pictures of one of my favorite scary crumbly hotels in hollywood. and that’s saying something, as there really are countless scary and crumbly motels in hollywood.
what i don’t understand about this hotel is how the giant wall and sign are sort of reminiscent of a time when the future was clearly to be found in either outer space or science fiction. but the buildings inside look sort of like norman bates’ mom’s final resting place in ‘psycho’.
i don’t know if it has any great architectural merit or significance, but i love it for it’s off-putting strangeness. and i don’t know if they actually have guests, as i didn’t see much evidence of anyone coming or going while i was being a creepy architecture voyeur.
in other news: i hope you had a wonderful holiday(s), regardless of whatever holidays you chose or chose not to celebrate. and if you’re somewhere egregiously cold i hope you don’t resent those of us in southern california who are suffering through an exceedingly warm and sunny winter.
we suffer with dignity and restraint.
happy december 25th (or 26th, as i’m sending this on the 25th and i assume it won’t reach you until the 26th. or 27th. i feel like i’m sending a letter).
i hope that you had and are having a really nice holiday time (based on whatever holidays you choose to observe / celebrate / indulge in / excoriate / ignore / etc).
i know this can be a hard and lonely time for some people, so if this is a hard and lonely time for you please take care of yourself and please know that you’re not alone.
i spent the day by myself, hiking around l.a in the unnaturally warm l.a weather (it was around 85 degrees f. today, which is warm even for l.a in december). and at the end of the day i climbed up to a ridge in griffith park and took this picture of l.a (and, to state the obvious, i wasn’t eaten by one of our mountain lions. yet).
to put it in size perspective, this picture probably represents around 1/1000th of l.a county. it’s big.
again, i hope you had and are having a wonderful holiday, and please reach out to someone if you’re feeling especially sad or lonely this time of year.
ok, i’m posting this as a quasi-architecture photo. hm. why?
ok, time to justify myself.
because… architecture defines a space and this rainbow also defines a space? and a simple curved line changes how we perceive the space contained both within and around it? is that too justify-y?
also i felt lucky that i was able to take this picture, as it’s a rainbow going from the observatory (which is architecture!) to the hollywood sign (which is architecture for the squirrels who probably live in the hollywood sign?).
also, happy holidays. next up: real buildings. well, in theory.
i was in a neighborhood in studio city yesterday and i found this little beautiful gem of a mid century house. and i like lists, so here’s a list of why i’m including it in my arbitrary and random architectural blog.
- i love that it’s basically a mid century tree house.
- it’s literally about 300 yards from some of the least inspiring urban architecture in l.a, reminding me that there’s something hidden in plain sight almost everywhere in l.a.
- see ‘1’. i mean, it’s a tree house.
- i think ‘1’ and ‘2’ pretty much cover the reasons why it’s in/on/at my arbitrary blog.
- but i like lists so i’ll include a few more list items.
- like this one, ‘6’.
sorry for wasting your time. ok thanks. and it’s raining in l.a, which is great.
i think it’s the second time so far in 2013 that it’s rained in l.a. so, thank you rain gods.
today i’m putting up pictures of one of the most famous and beloved modern houses in l.a, the lovell house.
i’m not quite sure what to say about it, as it’s a legendary house and acres of accolades have been, justifiably, heaped on it over the years. so what i can say, in my simplistic way, is that it’s amazing and perfect. see, that’s high brow architecture criticism.
ok, it also fits perfectly and idiosyncratically in it’s environment, it probably is bright and filled with light (remember: i’m a creepy architecture stalker and i generally take pictures of things from the street), and it employed building techniques that hitherto hadn’t been used in domestic/residential architecture.
oh, and it was in the movie ‘beginners’, which is one of my favorite movies of the last 10 years.
i love how it sits as a collection of rectilinear boxes and lines in the middle of an overgrown l.a griffith park environment. i’m not sure who lives here, but they’re lucky.
as it’s halloween (or #innocentsween), i thought i’d go over to the hollywood forever cemetery and take some pictures of one of my favorite mausoleums. i mean, insofar as i have a favorite mausoleum. which i do. this one.
it sits on an island in the middle of the hollywood forever cemetery, looking regal and stolid and portentous.
mausoleums are interesting from an architectural perspective, at least for me, as they have such a limited but monumental (literally) utility. they exist as windowless spaces to hold the bodies of dead people. that’s all they have to do. and normally architecture is judged by some very practical criteria, whereas mausoleums are these solemn spaces
that most people do their best to avoid (unless you’re neil gaiman), and the criteria by which their judged is pretty simple: do they look like mausoleums and do they keep out raccoons?
it’s remarkable that so much care and expense goes into creating and maintaining these bulwarks against impermanence. the most expensive building materials, the most traditional approaches to craftsmanship, all to yield spaces that don’t actually have to do very much.
i’m guessing that future generations (and/or space aliens, aka: the same thing) will be a bit baffled as to why our most well constructed buildings were built to house our dead.
in any case, happy halloween from my favorite mausoleum in the hollywood forever cemetery.