Some of my very favorite places in Los Angeles are the driveways
between buildings. People dump all sorts of stuff in these spaces and I’m
always on the lookout for old signs and mirrors. Here, I struck gold.
Oh, a word of caution for those who might try to follow in my footsteps:
bums, junkies and winos are also fond of these driveways. Beware.
Who says LA doesn’t have architecture? Who says LA is cheesy
and vulgar? Not your faithful shutterbug. This charming burger stand
is what happens when classic LA moderne meets the final bloody
gunfight in Scarface, (1983). The only improvement would be a Kosher
certification so I could patronize this American landmark. As Kierkegaard says:
“We are born to suffer.”
Spectacular storefront on Olympic Blvd. Looks like it stepped right out
of post war Los Angeles when men donned snappy fedoras, women wore
stylish snoods and Benny Goodman’s swing music made it necessary for
shoes to be resoled on a regular basis. I’ve driven past this store
hundreds of times and it is never open.
I was transfixed by the red line leading to the red posts
in the parking lot of a hardware store, B&B, in Culver City. The blue
sky pulls it all together. B&B Hardware, is, by the way, the best
hardware store in the known universe.
Okay, so Karen’s newest footwear does not exactly fall into the
category of My Beautiful Neighborhood, but you know what, footwear
has become part of my landscape. Anyhoo. After a grueling day at work
and a lightning shopping sortie, Karen drops her bags on the floor and announces:
“I got new shoes, but I’m not sure you’ll like them.”
I go:“Only one way to find out.”
As Karen slips into her latest purchase I grab my trusty Canon.
“Well, what do you think?”
I’m like: “Cute. Seriously.”
Memo to guys: ‘cute’ is the highest compliment one can pay to new footwear.
“Is the color okay?”
“Better than okay.”
In fact, Karen’s new shoes are the offspring of Dorothy’s Ruby Red Slippers and
Greta Garbo’s sexy spy footwear in Mata Hari, (1931). Now Karen has but to
click her heels together and say: “There’s no place like Loehmann’s, there’s
no place like Loehmann’s…”
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and meaningful Shabbat.