a truly Tremendous pinky-blue then blue-blue-blue sky here in Los Angeles today.
and most specifically, the words of Mr. Tennessee Williams from August 13th, 1950 about Writers and their search for a place to write (where the sky is blue).
Perhaps you might find the Italian islands to be your place to write. You could go to Capri but it is too much of a picture postcard for my taste and it is the only place I know where the human male manages to out-dress the female. Ischia has equally fine bathing at more accessible beaches and the vacationers do not put on such highfalutin airs and outrageous plumage! W.H. Auden lives there, and if you’re an American or British writer, you may have to apply to him for your visa.
I have not yet been to Sicily this year. Truman Capote has unfurled his Bronzini scarf above the fashionable resort of Taormina. He is supposedly in D.H. Lawrence’s old house.
more blue-blue Hues, we think……..
and Quite by surprise, there’s a new place to eat breakfast in downtown Los Angeles (or #dtla as the young people and those-in-marketing-with-interesting-glasses-and-shoes call it) and it’s called the Ace Hotel.
you’re absolutely right – the “Ace” is in the old United Artists building where Ms. M. Pickford and Mr. C. Chaplin had a THEATRE.
the Original opening was on December 26, 1927 with “My Best Girl,” a silent film starring Mary Pickford and Buddy Rogers (more details here on mr.google)
we’re sure you Already know this but Ms. M. Pickford and Mr. C. Chaplin started United Artists in 1919 to exit, hopefully gracefully, the large Corporations of Hollywood and start anew with their own Talents (and profits) at the helm.
where were we?
fancy a quick Trip down memory lane?
sit back and *sigh_happily*
sadly it’s currently a “construction site” (translation for the Brits: the builders are In) so we could not see it but, naturally, we Requested the Telephone Number of the Person in Charge (we always do this) and we will be Making An Appointment to view the THEATRE shortly.
but it was a delicious place to spend time this morning.
which might give one a *shiver* of anticipation.
depending on your upbringing and desire to run away to the Big Smoke (of wherever the Big City was of your own hopefully mis-spent-Youth).
there is, in fact, a decay and yet a decadence in downtown L.A – a despair and yet a divine sense of Renewal – and if you’re looking for something Authentic (or a lot like NYC in the early to mid 1970s) – it’s all there.
talking of the 1970s (as we just were) – who-we-are-in-RL was getting a tiny bit Nostalgic for the days of Joni Mitchell and slightly flared *shudder* trousers (she was a child – but it still didn’t suit her as a Look and most especially not in Ecru or Beige but we digress).
here’s today’s piece in Los Angeles, I’m Yours, from a very different part of town.
but with the same blue-blue-blue Sky, darlings.