The Summer Olympics took place in Los Angeles in 1984 when I was a sprout and my dad had a period of paternal custody. Those who drove were singing the praises of Peter Ueberroth for spooking the city into traffic calming, the likes of which had never been seen before, and I was in heaven (pure heaven!!!) because my uncle, who remembered the ’32 Olympics, took me to the swimming events. Here we have two future movie stars on the […]
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I’ve started taking walks just after six a.m. Yesterday, when I turned the corner were my street starts to climb into the foothills, I saw the windows of a Spanish Colonial had all been flung open to catch the (relative) chill. My neighbor was seated at her kick-ass Steinway playing the most gorgeous, lilting, rippling, music into the morning… The painted piano above, in the lobby of the old Ambassador Hotel, reminded me of another friend’s piano. She found it […]
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Richard B. Alley, a climate scientist at Pennsylvania State University who was not involved in the new research but has studied the polar ice sheets for decades, said he found the new papers compelling. Though he had long feared the possibility of ice-sheet collapse, when he learned of the new findings, “it shook me a little bit,” Dr. Alley said. He added that while a large rise of the sea may now be inevitable from West Antarctica, continued release of […]
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My parents had other ideas for the Spring Holiday, and so we arrived in Paris. Our hotel was a bijou spot on Rue Saint-Hyacinthe where we had milky bowls of coffee every morning with baguette and butter and jam in a dining room with a skylight. I would often look out into the lobby to see beautiful young ladies arriving with no luggage in little black dresses, heels, hose, and pearls – chatting amongst themselves as if the evening were […]
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When I was a youngster we didn’t spend much time there. My mother spoke of it disdainfully saying, “It’s fine if you’re a Republican or play golf,” neither the party or the sport interested her. I did, however, have an aunt and uncle who had retired young and decided to make it their year round home. I know that my uncle had something to do with record distribution in the 50s and 60s and my big brother told me later, […]
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You will find poetry here, and thoughtful conversation. Click on the candy-colored text: SINGING IN THE RAIN? | The Old Marlovian. *** An aside: I visited this set. A recreation of Kyoto for Memoirs of a Geisha nestled in the Agoura Hills with the blazing California light filtered through giant silk scrims suspended above by steel cables. Gorgeous.
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Happy 4th of July! (On January 9th, 2014, we’ll call it a little sparkle in the midst of the Polar Vortex.) For an amazing account of Hollywood from it’s inception to one screenwriter’s declaration of independence get your hands on a copy of, “The Shocking Miss Pilgrim” by Frederica Sagor Maas. She lived to the age of 111 and wrote her incisive and often venomous memoirs at the age of 99, after leaving the industry at the age of fifty… […]
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Hello kittens, I thought I’d show you this – La Miniatura – draped off in tarps against the weather. Talk about maintenance! The house was originally commissioned by a rare book dealer… Paper… Water… Paper… Anything wrong here? As a follow up to the previous post (in a round about kind of way) I quote my uncle, “Frank Lloyd Wright, great designer, piss poor engineer.” Okay, okay, okay. A phenomenal designer, built in 1923 photographed in 1939: .
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