I’ve only visited and had drinks there. I remember a loping tall blonde boy from the mid-west flopping on top of his bed with his work boots on (he was an A.D. – now a producer) and smiling like a cat who swallowed a canary. And, no it was definitely not an assignation, he just wanted to show off his room at the Chateau. The rooms are intentionally retro and relaxed – but the bones! It was originally intended as a very high end apartment complex and then the depression hit and it’s been a hotel ever since.
I was thinking something along the same lines when I was looking at the blonde boy’s bedspread, wondering why they hadn’t updated it – and deciding it wasn’t so bad he had his boots on it! 😉 Maybe they’ve glammed it up since the last time I saw anyone’s bedroom. But, I doubt it.
The Chateau looks the same… But the Sunset Strip is a lot more developed and the cars – well they go by in ribbons.
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George Kaplan
April 3, 2013
Those photos just cry out “California!”! That light, you can almost feel the heat. The Chateau Marmont is looming like the Overlook Hotel in the second one which is appropriate considering John Belushi’s…oops, I’m being tasteless 😉
Oh, cars, schmars… I can only imagine the clogged traffic (makes sad face!)
What would you say is the most beautiful part of LA now? (if you could hear me I’d sing you a burst of Randy Newman’s I Love LA… Lucky you can’t hear me then :))
I’m partial to the hills and the canyons – eclectic residential architecture – yummy! I sent you a proof of your second post for Friday. Still game?
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George Kaplan
April 3, 2013
I’m game if you are, babe. Just replied to you regarding that 🙂 (my email futzed first time but you should have it now. Let joy be unconfined!)
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George Kaplan
April 3, 2013
I shouldn’t really double post but I forgot to mention your comment on the canyons so I must! Is there still a community of artists and performers dwelling in the canyons? Has it changed much since the sixties/seventies? There are two books by Barney Hoskyns – Waiting for the Sun and Hotel California – that interested me in that area (and hey! Joni Mitchell’s Ladies of the Canyon), there are some great pictures in those books and elsewhere but your first-hand knowledge fascinates me strangely 🙂 Didn’t De Kooning live in that area of have I had some kind of cerebral “event”. I love the look of the place, tho’ I’ve also fancied living in a tastefully-adorned wood and brick house by a lake…or on a hill. Ahem. Too much information!
I thought he lived in NY – in the Hamptons? The canyons, you know it’s hard to judge change when you’ve been around something too long. I think the canyons are a little more spruced up than they used to be, but that has to do with real estate prices. They’re still full of hipsters and actors and artists… and just about everybody else. Speaking of lakes, I had a friend who lived in a neighborhood off of one of the canyons called Deep Dell – it was right below the sheer cliff of a dam that held back the reservoir (courtesy of Mr. Mulholland) – otherwise known as Lake Hollywood. I was always worried about the houses getting swept away in an earthquake…
Dear V
Would it just be The Dandy, or does that Chateau look a little scary to anyone else?
It has the look of a building in which fearful things have happened.
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
Hmm Swept away in an earhquake.Sounds like a challenge for a special effects movie.I am imagining this as a B Movie.What would I call it?The Thing From Lake Hollywood,The Dragon of Deep Dell,The Monster That Ate Hollywood….
The Thing from Lake Hollywood 😉 I like that one. Here’s a bit of nonsense – you can stand on top of the dam and see Deep Dell below and the lake on the other side. One day I was walking there with a friend and he said, “I’m in a quarry”. And, being the fussy thing I am I replied, “No, we’re in a reservoir.” Then he looked at me like I was crazy and said, “No, I don’t know what to do.” I realized he meant “quandary” – but by that point I clued in to the fact I should just shut my mouth and listen.
It is indeed a place where things have happened.Even without knowing its history it seems to project both glamour and a certain menace.Part of its appeal I think.If only ghosts could talk.
I’m glad you like it – it’s both tatty and elegant.
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George Kaplan
April 3, 2013
V., see? A cerebral event – of course de Kooning lived in East Hampton, I can’t remember who I’m confusing him with. Wicked memory, only remembers things I genuinely care about and is swiss cheese otherwise! I’m more of a John Singer Sargent man really.
Deep Dell? Great name, I agree with Edward above about the b-picture opportunities. As for living beneath the dam, I’d be scared too! Woosh! Here comes Lake Hollywood…
Old Mr Mulholland always makes me think of Chinatown (“Forget it, Jake, it’s Deep Dell”) and Mulholland Drv.
Hm… There was a lady a few years ago who made the news claiming she found an original Jackson Pollack at a garage sale in San Bernadino – but it turned out to be fake. Oh wait, I think you might be thinking of Ed Ruscha – he lives out toward Santa Monica.
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George Kaplan
April 3, 2013
Ruscha? Mmm…possibly. But Santa Monica… I have this awful feeling that I’ve read about someone who lives/used to live in the canyon who is pretty eealthy with a de Kooning connection and my poor meshuga excuse for a brain has mixed it up (have had horrible things on my mind so I wouldn’t be surprised). Then again it could be Mr R. He sounds familiar. Thanks!
I do envy artists, I can just about draw a stick man. I like the Romantics, the Impressionists, and Art Nouveau. Also, I particularly love Art Deco design. I’m fascinated by architecture but can’t pretend to any great knowledge in that area, I just love the beauty of it. I guess I’m pretty old-fashioned though.
Heck, you didn’t even mention this and I’m going on… Pop Art, there’s *another* thing, love the concepts and particularly the influence on sixties design, fashion, music, and culture. Those things I *do* know quite a lot about! Hm. Well, that was whatever that was! (one thing I always did have was ideas for the art as with drama. Ideas are easy!)
I will have to think about that… Pop Art… In the canyons.
Listen Mr. George, I’m going to send you an email in second. Will you be up or should I wait until tomorrow?
Tatty and elegant is a very worthy combination.Its a bit like my house on a good day.As for myself on a good day I am just tatty.I have worked that just pulled through a hedge look into a fine art.
Yes indeed Vickie quote away.I once met an old tramp on a country road who had the look of tatty elegance to the ninth degree.He had what had once been a good and probably hand made tweed suit on.Instead of a belt his trews were held up by a piece of rough rope knotted around his waist.He wore on his head a dashing tweed hat with a feather in it.He had on some good brown shoes that had seen better days.
He was carrying a brown paper parcel of sandwitches and a small number of leather bound books,with gold tooling of perhaps a hundred years plus vintage.These were tied together with string.
We got talking and he had a cut glass accent that was quite genuine.He was obviously a man of education and breeding to use an old fashioned term.
We chatted for a while whilst we took the same road and then went separate ways.I was never to see him again although he made an indelible impression on me.
There must have been an incredible story there I have always thought.
Then again perhaps he was not an old tramp,but the local Lord of the Manor?I am destined never to know.
You know, with permission, I might have to start posting beguiling stories from around the world… Yours is so tantalizing. Oh, and I would illustrate it with an image of one of David Inshaw’s paintings!
Well Thank you Vickie.Glad you liked my little story.Its quite a few decades old now.The whole encounter did not last long and I cannot remember exactly where I was at the time.I almost certainly was hitchhiking as a student in those days.
I did not walk in step with him for long till we parted on that sunny day long ago,but he has always stayed in my mind.I did not mention,but he offered me a sandwitch along the way{which I declined} as he thought I looked hungry.
Yes by all means publish you have my permission.
I have quite a few gleaned along lifes path and with people I have met.I might tell you one someday if it would not bore you of The Countess who lived on a houseboat that often sank and how her cats survived.
Her late brother an Irish/ Norman Lord who alas I never met was an even more interesting character.
I am sure you would have really have liked some of the wonderful eccentrics I have met and treasure that I met in my life.
From you comment I assume you have now had opportunity to look at some of David Inshaws work.
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I’ve never stayed here. Is it nice inside?
I’ve only visited and had drinks there. I remember a loping tall blonde boy from the mid-west flopping on top of his bed with his work boots on (he was an A.D. – now a producer) and smiling like a cat who swallowed a canary. And, no it was definitely not an assignation, he just wanted to show off his room at the Chateau. The rooms are intentionally retro and relaxed – but the bones! It was originally intended as a very high end apartment complex and then the depression hit and it’s been a hotel ever since.
I’m not sure how I feel about retro and relaxed… Yes, I do. I don’t like it. 😉 haha!
I was thinking something along the same lines when I was looking at the blonde boy’s bedspread, wondering why they hadn’t updated it – and deciding it wasn’t so bad he had his boots on it! 😉 Maybe they’ve glammed it up since the last time I saw anyone’s bedroom. But, I doubt it.
I don’t know what I love more, the photos with the old cars or the old-style architecture. They don’t make either like that anymore.
The Chateau looks the same… But the Sunset Strip is a lot more developed and the cars – well they go by in ribbons.
Those photos just cry out “California!”! That light, you can almost feel the heat. The Chateau Marmont is looming like the Overlook Hotel in the second one which is appropriate considering John Belushi’s…oops, I’m being tasteless 😉
Oh, cars, schmars… I can only imagine the clogged traffic (makes sad face!)
What would you say is the most beautiful part of LA now? (if you could hear me I’d sing you a burst of Randy Newman’s I Love LA… Lucky you can’t hear me then :))
I’m partial to the hills and the canyons – eclectic residential architecture – yummy! I sent you a proof of your second post for Friday. Still game?
I’m game if you are, babe. Just replied to you regarding that 🙂 (my email futzed first time but you should have it now. Let joy be unconfined!)
I shouldn’t really double post but I forgot to mention your comment on the canyons so I must! Is there still a community of artists and performers dwelling in the canyons? Has it changed much since the sixties/seventies? There are two books by Barney Hoskyns – Waiting for the Sun and Hotel California – that interested me in that area (and hey! Joni Mitchell’s Ladies of the Canyon), there are some great pictures in those books and elsewhere but your first-hand knowledge fascinates me strangely 🙂 Didn’t De Kooning live in that area of have I had some kind of cerebral “event”. I love the look of the place, tho’ I’ve also fancied living in a tastefully-adorned wood and brick house by a lake…or on a hill. Ahem. Too much information!
I thought he lived in NY – in the Hamptons? The canyons, you know it’s hard to judge change when you’ve been around something too long. I think the canyons are a little more spruced up than they used to be, but that has to do with real estate prices. They’re still full of hipsters and actors and artists… and just about everybody else. Speaking of lakes, I had a friend who lived in a neighborhood off of one of the canyons called Deep Dell – it was right below the sheer cliff of a dam that held back the reservoir (courtesy of Mr. Mulholland) – otherwise known as Lake Hollywood. I was always worried about the houses getting swept away in an earthquake…
Dear V
Would it just be The Dandy, or does that Chateau look a little scary to anyone else?
It has the look of a building in which fearful things have happened.
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
Fearful things have happened – but excess kind of goes with a luxury hotel… Especially one with such a long history.
The Dandy would like to say he was a stranger to such things… but a gentleman never lies…
Oh the eighties and nineties – we’ll talk later 😉
The nineties, what nineties….?
Oh, that’s fun — and I think I’ve got your age pegged 😉
But Dearest V
The Dandy is a timeless creature…
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
Hmm Swept away in an earhquake.Sounds like a challenge for a special effects movie.I am imagining this as a B Movie.What would I call it?The Thing From Lake Hollywood,The Dragon of Deep Dell,The Monster That Ate Hollywood….
The Thing from Lake Hollywood 😉 I like that one. Here’s a bit of nonsense – you can stand on top of the dam and see Deep Dell below and the lake on the other side. One day I was walking there with a friend and he said, “I’m in a quarry”. And, being the fussy thing I am I replied, “No, we’re in a reservoir.” Then he looked at me like I was crazy and said, “No, I don’t know what to do.” I realized he meant “quandary” – but by that point I clued in to the fact I should just shut my mouth and listen.
It is indeed a place where things have happened.Even without knowing its history it seems to project both glamour and a certain menace.Part of its appeal I think.If only ghosts could talk.
Vickie,so glad that you got around to this building.I was wondering when you would.I have been fascinated by it for quite some time.
I’m glad you like it – it’s both tatty and elegant.
V., see? A cerebral event – of course de Kooning lived in East Hampton, I can’t remember who I’m confusing him with. Wicked memory, only remembers things I genuinely care about and is swiss cheese otherwise! I’m more of a John Singer Sargent man really.
Deep Dell? Great name, I agree with Edward above about the b-picture opportunities. As for living beneath the dam, I’d be scared too! Woosh! Here comes Lake Hollywood…
Old Mr Mulholland always makes me think of Chinatown (“Forget it, Jake, it’s Deep Dell”) and Mulholland Drv.
Hm… There was a lady a few years ago who made the news claiming she found an original Jackson Pollack at a garage sale in San Bernadino – but it turned out to be fake. Oh wait, I think you might be thinking of Ed Ruscha – he lives out toward Santa Monica.
Ruscha? Mmm…possibly. But Santa Monica… I have this awful feeling that I’ve read about someone who lives/used to live in the canyon who is pretty eealthy with a de Kooning connection and my poor meshuga excuse for a brain has mixed it up (have had horrible things on my mind so I wouldn’t be surprised). Then again it could be Mr R. He sounds familiar. Thanks!
I do envy artists, I can just about draw a stick man. I like the Romantics, the Impressionists, and Art Nouveau. Also, I particularly love Art Deco design. I’m fascinated by architecture but can’t pretend to any great knowledge in that area, I just love the beauty of it. I guess I’m pretty old-fashioned though.
Heck, you didn’t even mention this and I’m going on… Pop Art, there’s *another* thing, love the concepts and particularly the influence on sixties design, fashion, music, and culture. Those things I *do* know quite a lot about! Hm. Well, that was whatever that was! (one thing I always did have was ideas for the art as with drama. Ideas are easy!)
I will have to think about that… Pop Art… In the canyons.
Listen Mr. George, I’m going to send you an email in second. Will you be up or should I wait until tomorrow?
Tatty and elegant is a very worthy combination.Its a bit like my house on a good day.As for myself on a good day I am just tatty.I have worked that just pulled through a hedge look into a fine art.
Now, that provoked a laugh you might be able to hear clear over the North Pole. May I quote you?
Yes indeed Vickie quote away.I once met an old tramp on a country road who had the look of tatty elegance to the ninth degree.He had what had once been a good and probably hand made tweed suit on.Instead of a belt his trews were held up by a piece of rough rope knotted around his waist.He wore on his head a dashing tweed hat with a feather in it.He had on some good brown shoes that had seen better days.
He was carrying a brown paper parcel of sandwitches and a small number of leather bound books,with gold tooling of perhaps a hundred years plus vintage.These were tied together with string.
We got talking and he had a cut glass accent that was quite genuine.He was obviously a man of education and breeding to use an old fashioned term.
We chatted for a while whilst we took the same road and then went separate ways.I was never to see him again although he made an indelible impression on me.
There must have been an incredible story there I have always thought.
Then again perhaps he was not an old tramp,but the local Lord of the Manor?I am destined never to know.
You know, with permission, I might have to start posting beguiling stories from around the world… Yours is so tantalizing. Oh, and I would illustrate it with an image of one of David Inshaw’s paintings!
Well Thank you Vickie.Glad you liked my little story.Its quite a few decades old now.The whole encounter did not last long and I cannot remember exactly where I was at the time.I almost certainly was hitchhiking as a student in those days.
I did not walk in step with him for long till we parted on that sunny day long ago,but he has always stayed in my mind.I did not mention,but he offered me a sandwitch along the way{which I declined} as he thought I looked hungry.
Yes by all means publish you have my permission.
I have quite a few gleaned along lifes path and with people I have met.I might tell you one someday if it would not bore you of The Countess who lived on a houseboat that often sank and how her cats survived.
Her late brother an Irish/ Norman Lord who alas I never met was an even more interesting character.
I am sure you would have really have liked some of the wonderful eccentrics I have met and treasure that I met in my life.
From you comment I assume you have now had opportunity to look at some of David Inshaws work.
This is marvelous! Thank you, and yes David Inshaw – captivating.
I will be up, alas.
There’s something hurtling to you through cyberspace right now 😉
ah…my misspent very late teens on the Sunset Strip! I never went inside can you imagine! Well…. (only three days away from …you know what!)
Drinks at Bar Marmont!!!