True stories shining through at a dinner table in Los Angeles.
A movie director was shooting a Second-World-War movie in Europe as the Wall fell. This gave him the opportunity to buy a whole street in East Berlin to blow up. At the final dress rehearsal somebody accidentally pushed the red button.
1. 1939, Administration building Johnson Wax, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. By then the biggest office floor ever (drawn after a photo).
2. 1962, Set design of 19th floor of insurance-company “Consolidated” by Alexandre Trauner for the movie The Apartment, Billy Wilder (drawn after seeing the movie).
3. 2015, café Graffiti on La Brea, LA. Designed as an “airy monochromatic space, with the clack-clack of people writing their screenplays” (drawn at location).
I wonder why I combine this very trendy café with those two offices. To express “infinity, anonymity and insignificance” Trauner had children sitting on the far offices, further on taken over by cardboard figures. The airy, totally black and white Graffiti-cafe expresses some of the same neutral feeling but then as a blank slate for each individual thought. It is the repetition of the white round tables (way more than I drew) that reminds me of the columns in the Johnson Wax office, the beginning of the modern office. The creative person here is happy in a work spot with a nostalgic touch of the modern office.
MacArthur park is the oldest park of LA and was one of LA’s most popular outdoor retreats a century ago. During the 1980s it became the place for immigrants who fled from civil wars in Central America, to learn how to get around in LA and also to get a false ID or, in the 1980s, to become a gang member. Although parts of the neighborhood has gentrified, the adjoining streets are still packed with street vendors, homeless people and families shopping around. The park is the busiest and liveliest one I have seen in LA until now. Even the metro has a certain vibe of “hanging out.” I assume you could still call MacArthur Park an “arrival city” (Dough Saunders).
The majority of the biking community here looks like the treadle trooper. Joes and I are vessel virgins (named as such by our neighbor, she does creative writing). By the way, in case of Joes, he wears a suit instead of a dress, but that evokes the same amount of questions.