Showing posts with label Los Angeles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Los Angeles. Show all posts

Friday, March 4, 2011

More on Moorpark . . . secret guitar hospital

No web site to link to, no sign on the outside of this very exclusive guitar repair shop in Studio City. Nestled in the corner unit of a vine covered building at 11632 Moorpark, Brett and Norik have all the work they can handle. No need for social media marketing here. Just the phone number 818-761-4766. They're swamped with repairs for LA studio musicians. They did me a favor to fix an old guitar for me to practice on. I had connections.

The most unique object hanging on the wall was a South American stringed instrument made from the casing of an armadillo (see below). It's called a charango.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Open Sesame . . .

When you say "Open Sesame" to the red-eyed owl sitting on a bookshelf, the bookshelf to your right becomes a sliding door that opens and leads you into the mansion labyrinth on Franklin Street known as the Magic Castle. A private club to which one is admitted only by invitation from one of it's magician members, this institution was founded in the 60s to house Magic Memorabilia and to create a meeting place for minds filled with the ancient art.

Along with the bars and restaurants inside, small tables and chairs in dark little nooks and crannies host tiny groups of guests who sit to watch up close as each table's magician defies reality over and over again. In addition to the cozy, casual drop-by performances, scheduled appearances of featured magicians in a variety of small theatres punctuate the evening's events.
No photography is allowed inside the castle, but I stole this shot of the Close Up Theatre just before our featured magician Shoot Ogawa entered the room.

This window is outside the castle so I was able to take the picture of it and the flying dragon lights.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Silver Lake telephone poles—up close

Today's wandering brought me to West Sunset Boulevard and the Silver Lake section of LA where there is a concentration of vegan restaurants, funky shops, signs of an earlier hippie culture still alive and well, and lots of telephone poles plastered with fliers announcing local events.

As part of my "aesthetics of decay" imagery I like to take close ups of objects to see them in a new way. Zeroing in on these telephone poles without seeing the borders of where the pole ends or begins, we get to focus on the composition of found images as they melt and merge under the elements of sun and rain and random ripping removal to make space for more of the same.