Forgiveness, I blame the horrible pun on a tenacious headache. The Castle has a John Lautner guest house and Mr. Moby likes his architecture, hence a blog: Moby Los Angeles Architecture Blog.
And, the castle has a really nice view – when I was a kid I used to skirt down past the house and hike the ridge above Lake Hollywood.
Called Wolf’s Lair after its first owner, L. Milton Wolf, a real estate developer, it is a house with old Hollywood flourishes that Norma Desmond would embrace. On the hill overlooking the castle, mounted on a tall pole, is a lamp shaped like a crescent moon, so there will always be the reflection of a moon in the pool, a perfect example of 1920s Hollywood romance. I’ll buy you the moon, baby.
At Home With Moby in a Hollywood Hills Castle – NYTimes.com.
“On the hill overlooking the castle, mounted on a tall pole, is a lamp shaped like a crescent moon, so there will always be the reflection of a moon in the pool…” What an incredibly romantic touch.
I was a horrible child and used to peer (as much as I could) into this garden every chance I got. Leave it to me not to notice the whimsey, or the romance!
A Headache!? Get Miss Lester a bromide ….and put some Gin in it!
Make it a filthy dirty martini, three olives, and I will be the happiest girl in town!
Auntie Mame says olives take up too much room in a martini glass!
Auntie Vickie says three vodka soaked olives are my idea of brunch
It is brunch time right now!
So it is! A toast to you, darling.
Bottoms UP!
Two more olives and that’s your five a day!
As for that spectacular house and garden for childhood lurking – fantastic!
(I could easily eat ten olives a day, or more!) Speaking of childhood lurking my nephew was on your turf last week having a portfolio review at FIT and visiting Parsons – he loved NY – and brought me home a very designer-y T-shirt crushed into a cube.