CHRISTMAS AT THE EDGEMAR WITH A SHOPPING CART TREE

I recently visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Art on a “free Tuesday”. Everything was free except for the Frank Gehry exhibit. He’s an architect. Oh, and the food. That wasn’t free either. For the love of architecture, I was a little perturbed. It was $25 and I just can’t afford that right now. So, I figured the next best thing is to give myself a self-tour of his buildings on my own. After all, I live in L.A. He lives in L.A. So, no doubt, I would have carte blanche to see any of his buildings he built in L.A. There are a lot.

But this story isn’t about Frank Gehry. Or architecture.

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THE BROAD – PRONOUNCED “BRODE,” LONG “O”

The BroadWhen I think of great museums I think NYC, London, Paris, even Rome sometimes. But who thinks of Los Angeles? Well, I don’t. Furthermore, when it comes to free museums, I wouldn’t place Los Angeles into that category either.

Until The Broad opened. September 20, 2015.

Pronounced “Brode” – long “o”.

Eli Broad. Ever since I moved to Los Angeles I’ve noticed this name dangling down the backdrop of all things L.A.

Los Angeles Schools: Can you help us out a little?

Broad: How much do you need?

Los Angeles Arts: We need a hand out. You can be on The Board if you want.

Broad: How much do you need?

Los Angeles: Can you build a museum, store your art, sustain the museum and let everyone in for free?

Broad: Sure, how much do you need?

Well, I don’t think it went quite like that. But you get the idea.

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#MISSINGBASSEL IN THE STREETS OF L.A.

Bassel.  Who is Bassel? I ask myself as I pull out my text machine to get a snapshot of this.

Bassel 1a

This guy is wheatpasted on a utility box on Laurel Canyon Boulevard in Studio City. I don’t see a street artist’s signature – nothing that I recognize – nothing I can find, anyway. Was it, in fact, put up by an artist? or some political group? The image looks fresh, I think to myself. This is pretty recent. Later, as I walk back from where I had come from, I notice the same image on the other side; although, it looks a bit ragged. The eyes are scratched out. Who is this guy? I wonder again.

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