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Monday, February 18th, 2013When the not-truly-ironic mirrored aviators arrive, it’s time to say ciao Los Angeles!
When the not-truly-ironic mirrored aviators arrive, it’s time to say ciao Los Angeles!
At the Formosa Cafe: Chinese food and Singapore Slings in the Red Car trolley across from the old Samuel Goldwyn Studio, aka The Lot. Plus Zsa Zsa!
Self-portrait in 1919 mirror. Plus Alitini…
A one week trip to Laguna for my Grandma Edith’s birthday became two. Here are the love-drenched beginnings…
Over the 4th of July holiday we made a quick tour of my home town and surrounds. Made a point to hit a few tourist spots, all of which were firsts for Alfonso…
Home-movie light and Hollywood Sign from Mulholland Drive.
Ceiling at Canter’s Deli, delighting noshers such as Liz, Miller and Monroe, and the beehive hairdo-ed–since [...]
A club full of senior punk rockers (including those on stage), my Euro honey having heard not a prior note of my Hollywood teen soundtrack, the white-haired man to my right singing all the Exene parts–pitch-perfect, and me digging the layers of time and guitar, admittedly a tiny bit teary-eyed. X! X! X!
The next day [...]
Alfonso jogged, I harassed seagulls, the sea made mermaid tails in the sand, the sun sank, the moon rose over Crystal Cove.
Sacred spot: Grandpa Boone’s pigeon pens. A few pictures made as daylight faded, skirt and wings fluttering.
If you are here, you know what I mean.