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November 20, 2009
My Beautiful Neighborhood
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Yup, that's me, age 7, with my very first Kodak Brownie, just outside Brooklyn's Prospect Park. Always rumpled, shirts untucked, my chronic shlumpiness drove the parents crazy. The bow tie they insisted I wear drove me crazy. Photo, 1957.
Okay, kids, it's time for a quick tour of Los Angeles through the lens of my trusty camera.
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On Robertson Boulevard, not far from Casa Avrech, there's an ordinary gas station. I often pull in and pump gas here. But this location is not so ordinary. The underground storage tanks are crowned with elegant, color kissed steel caps. Gassing up is, for yours truly, like a trip to a museum of contemporary art.
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I was on my way to a meeting with my agent at a restaurant on La Cienega Boulevard when I spotted an outdoor stairway. It was high noon. The sun blazing straight down. Maybe the worst time to take a photo—the light is harsh, unforgiving—but the shadow of the handrail imprinted a hypnotic zig-zag pattern on the steps. I like the desaturated color and the brutal texture of the concrete.
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Strolling along Pico Boulevard, I walked by a store I've passed like a zillion times. But this time I stopped because my eye fastened on the contrasting textures and shapes—I really like the half moon over the knob—of the security gate. Looking through the lens I managed to catch the reflection of a synagogue across the street.
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Not too long ago I had to order a new Rx for my glasses. Without them I am close to blind. Parking behind the optometrist's office on Santa Monica Boulevard, I noticed a blur of blue off in the distance. I donned my new glasses, and whoa, that slab of blue—the side of a building—looked even crisper and more striking.
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Welcome to Casa Avrech. Our Spanish style home was built in 1929. The Arts and Crafts inspired skylight—evidence of a more gracious period in Los Angeles home construction—is original to the house. We recently had it cleaned after years of neglect—it's a real pain to access—and now the light pouring through is positively celestial.
Okay, we just knew this was coming from the man who spent over 20-years in Jeremiah Wright's proudly Jew-hating church.
H/T Son-in-law #1
And look who's been banished from the U.N. It's time to dissolve that disgraceful institution. Oh wait, Obama's pledged to donate even more money to that rat hole.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and uplifting Shabbat.
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at November 20, 2009 08:11 AM
Comments
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That "zig-zag" shape looks more like the German SS "logo". That's how it struck me at first glance.
Posted by: Zevy at November 20, 2009 09:05 AM
Zevy:
Never occurred to me. Unfortunately, now that's all I can see.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at November 20, 2009 09:59 AM
Robert - you are a rarity - a pedestrian in Los Angeles? You must not be a native there ;-) That reminds me of a funny thing a friend - a Manhattanite - said to me regarding native New Yorkers vs. imported:
He said that the natives (in Manhattan) were the ones more prone to complaining while the imports knew how much there was to see and do, never more than a few minutes subway ride.
I visited it for the first time 5 years ago - stayed in an old but clean hotel run by Catholic Nuns in Midtown ($80/night) and was amazed at the things to do there - everything from a TV museum (where you could at the push of a button see almost any TV series made) to the world-renowned plays. "A great place to visit", I thought, but I don't have enough money to live there. Well, I'm getting too far off tangent here...
By walking you see things that other more mobile people have never seen.
The service station owner obviously has a streak of artistic appreciation.
Is it hard to find such things not marred by gang graffiti? When my father had an office it was a constant battle between keeping it freshly painted and wiping off the graffiti. If you don't cover it immediately, like the last dog to hit the fire hydrant, more graffitti from rival gangs rapidly accrues unless it ic cleaned - ie, painted over.
A few days ago I was in a Catholic gift shop to get a gift for a 1 year old's baptism. I made the point that 50% of the Catholics voted for Obama and wondered aloud if any had buyer's remorse.
Zevy - David - my thought was similar on the SS logo but a quick Google search showed it to be quite different.
Posted by: Bill Brandt at November 20, 2009 10:44 AM
OK, that little boy may be a little shlumpy. But he's so cute!!!
Love these photos. A really nice little collection in this post. Thank you!
Posted by: kay at November 20, 2009 11:16 AM
Bill:
Thanks for the comment and the anecdotes.
I know this is going to sound pretentious, but when I take photos I think about something William Faulkner once said:
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again, since it is life.
I'm not an artist. I just take pictures of stuff that draws my attention. But I consider my snapshots as time capsules. I want my grandchildren to look at them, nod, and murmur, “Oh, so that's what the world looked like.”
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at November 20, 2009 11:24 AM
Kay:
Gee thanks. I'm going to speak to my father in a bit, my pre-Shabbat call, and I'm going to tell him how cute I was:-)
Glad you enjoy my, uh, Kodak moments.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at November 20, 2009 11:26 AM
I don't know LA, but I know Brooklyn. Being from the Bronx I learned Brooklyn by dating someone from just about every neighborhood in the borough.
Usually, Sheepshead Bay...and I always thought it might be easier to get from the Bronx to Albany for a date than Sheepshead Bay.
Shabbat Shalom,
Norm
Posted by: Norman at November 20, 2009 01:13 PM
Before I even saw the comments, I saw the Nazi SS in that photo too!
Posted by: ProphetJoe at November 20, 2009 01:53 PM
An addendum to today: Robert I think my very first camera was also a Kodak Brownie (wasn't everyone's?)
But when I was 12 I was rummaging though a storage closet and found my late grandfather's Ansco twin lens reflex. That thing was big and looked a bit comical carried by a 12 year old. I had it on a sterap around my neck. It looked like a Rolleiflex on steroids.
Of course there was no internal light metering system, so I had a hand held light meter. If I am not mistaken it used 120 roll film.
I had clip on ties - but my most embarrassing attire was much later, while on a visit to Hawaii. We are the same age, I think.
My father was at a company convention and used to do a lot of business in the Phillipines, in the early 50s(with another business in Los Angeles). He used to export movie equipment.
Anyway he had these frilly, white long-sleeved shirts - you could see though them and he thought he and I would look sharp at the company luau - as a 16 year old I was mortified but I was forced to wear it. It looked, well, almost as bad as the Jerry Seinfeld Pirate Shirt, if you remember that episode. Picture a Pirate Shirt, less puffy sleeves but almost see through. Maybe that was/is the style in the Philippines, but it sure wasn't in Hawaii.
You got of easy with a bow tie. The un-tucked shirt made you look like a serious photographer ;-)
Posted by: Bill Brandt at November 20, 2009 11:44 PM
nice observations as usual!
look forward to getting to know that neighbourhood very soon :)
shavua tov.
Posted by: ~ Sarah ~ at November 21, 2009 03:28 AM
Regarding Anne Bayefsky being stripped of her U.N. babdge and evicted from the premises: I urge all of you to email Mayor Bloomberg, as I intend to do, and urge him to evoke Kelo vs. New London and at least get the U.N. off those 18 acres of prime, centrally located Manhattan real estate.
Posted by: Miranda Rose Smith at November 22, 2009 01:13 AM
I emailed Mayor Bloomberg, urging him to evoke Kelo vs. New London and get the U.N. off those 18 acres of river view, centrally located, Manhattan real estate.
Posted by: Miranda Rose Smith at November 22, 2009 07:48 AM
Miranda: I think making a parking lot out of those 18 acres would be of more use that what we have...
Didn't one of the Rockefellers originally donate that land?
Posted by: Bill Brandt at November 22, 2009 09:45 AM
Robert, your photographs are wonderful, as always.
Thank you so much for sharing them.
Posted by: Sara at November 22, 2009 11:28 AM
Dear Mr. Brandt: A multi-story parking garage would be an even better idea. I believe that one of the Rockefellers DID donate that land. I believe there were slaughterhouses there at the time-again, something much more useful than what's there now.
Posted by: Miranda Rose Smith at November 22, 2009 10:41 PM
Sarah:
Mazal tov on your engagement to an LA native. Good choice. Let me know when hit our shores.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at November 23, 2009 09:25 AM
Sara:
Good to hear from you. Hope all is well with you and yours.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at November 23, 2009 09:26 AM
Robert
Thanks for posting the photographs, I'm looking at my own neighbourhood with a new eye, seeing shapes, textures, colours. Time to dust off the old Pentax ME Super??
Cheers
Earl
Posted by: Earl O'Neill at November 27, 2009 04:49 AM
