Cookie Madness!

Stuck inside with bad weather? Now's the time to start making cookies.

Fire up the mixer and get going.


Butterscotch pecan cookies

White chocolate chip and cherry cookies.

Rosewater almond tea-cakes.

What should we try next?

Thematic Photographic - Favorite Photos of the Year

Carmi, at Written, Inc., posts a weekly photographic challenge, based on a theme. But this time, it's different. To wrap up the year, Carmi urges us to post our FAVORITE PHOTOS OF THE YEAR. The challenge goes on through January 6, 2010. Go visit Carmi's site and see who else shares favorite photos.

I can't settle on a single favorite, so I'm bringing you a favorite photo for each month of 2010 - or more.

This is a shot I took of a stage lighting truss being prepped for hanging in January, 2010. I love the perspective, the intricate technical detail, and the sense of theatrical excitement.

Click to "embiggen."

Thematic Photographic - Favorite Photos of the Year

Carmi, at Written, Inc., posts a weekly photographic challenge, based on a theme. But this time, it's different. To wrap up the year, Carmi urges us to post our FAVORITE PHOTOS OF THE YEAR. The challenge goes on through January 6, 2010. Go visit Carmi's site and see who else shares favorite photos.

Some of my favorite photos of the year were taken purely by chance. Like these. One evening in November as the sun was going down, I was wandering by the Mid-Century Modern architectural landmark Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, designed by architect Welton Beckett in 1958. The rays of the setting sun tipped the spires at the front of the building, illuminating them like candles.

I must have taken fifty photos, from every angle, until the effect faded away. Here are two.


Click to "embiggen."

Hidden Treasures

When I recently visited the Million Dollar Theatre, Sid Grauman's pioneering movie palace in downtown Los Angeles, I knew from a previous visit that the lobby and foyer had been remodeled sometime in the 1950s - as many old theatres were, it was updated, "streamlined" or modernized to compete with television.


What I didn't know was what had been there before - and what's still there behind it all.

Designer William Lee Woollett's decor scheme was not just intended to mimic a classic historical style - it was intended to create an atmosphere that would engage the audience, not just on the superficial level, but also subliminally - even spiritually.

Roberta B. Thudichum, a design critic writing in the journal "The International Studio" in 1919 writes rather breathlessly how Woollett received the commission. Newly relocated to Southern California, he dreamed of

some medium wherein he might portray, in a manner hitherto unaccomplished, a spiritual creation of the varied phases of American life. At the psychological moment a request came for him to draw the plans for the architect of this theatre. He accepted at once, not knowing who might develop his ideas or ruin them, but leaving every other interest in the hope that his dream in the abstract of some thing different from the overworked modes of the day might materialise in the concrete.

Of course, according to the article, it did. He and his patron, Sid Gruman, were on the same wavelength. Woollett was allowed to design the interior, all the furnishings and even paint the fantastic murals adorning the theatre walls.

It was an entirely new take on design in the realm of commercial architecture. The reviewer goes a little over the top in describing how singular this was:

It is conceded to be the first to symbolise the new America emerging from its baptism of blood, proud of the past, fearless of the future, joyously singing the song of the New Race, the New Peace—World Democracy.

Woollett's willingness to mix and match different architectural styles was a unique approach and somewhat scandalous:

Out of the arts and architectures of the past, out of the melting pot of the ages the creator has moulded from clay, colour and stone a castle beyond the beauty of dreams, ultra modern yet without the blatant marks of a nouveau genre, mellow in tone and texture and harmonious throughout. Those whose sensibilities are attuned to the conventionalised forms of the old schools naturally revolt at the daring thing which Mr. Woollett has done—marrying the new and old with its violent contrasts of classic Greek and richly ornate Chirreguesque...Mr. Woollett maintains that architecture is a vehicle for the translation of abstract values—that it should not be merely the trekking of historical scenes across one's vision; that details should be used for their psychological significance not for their correctness in any one style.

Image from "The International Studio" volume 69, November 1919 of the hidden "King of the Golden River" mural at the Million Dollar Theatre

Woollett chose to expand on themes from literature and history for the murals that lined the lobby, mezzanine and auditorium walls. A scene from "The King of the Golden River," a well-known fable written by 19th century artist and writer John Ruskin greeted you in the foyer, while the witches from Macbeth and images of Adam and Eve and Cupid adorned other walls in the lobby and mezzanine.

In a 1922 article he wrote for the journal "The American Cinematographer" Woollett himself explained how using a childrens fable as a theme helps appeal to the subliminal inner child of audience members. He shared the notion of his patron Grauman and other showmen that audiences were unsophisticated and undiscerning. Woollett asserts that the typical movie-going audience of his time was about at the artistic level of a fourteen-year-old.

We appreciate that ... the great public for whom pictures are made—represents in intelligence, according to the psychologists, the grade of a twelve or fourteen-year-old child. The picture-art, which shall last and be approved as our very own, must evidently be an art which shall appeal to this grade of intelligence; for the industry of moving pictures, to live must live thru the support of its clientele in the commercial sense

But he goes on to say,

There are many wonderful and beautiful things which the child intelligence apprehends and which are often unfathomed by the adult mind and the adult whose intelligence refuses to pass beyond the age of innocence, retains to a great extent the elemental characteristics of childhood in these wonderful and beautiful phases.

He felt you could appeal to the inner child and tap into the imagination, without cheapening your art:

Therefore, artist, standardize your appeal so that this fourteen-year-old adult child of the masses may understand you. You do not stultify your art to "come down" to the people. In "coming down" to meet the public you are in reality "coining up" to the greatest thing in the world, the unspoken, unseen, unheard instincts of the race.

It's a little condescending, but that was the attitude of the time. And I have to agree with him to some extent - when I enter the magnificent world of an old movie palace, I am as transfixed as a kid at the fantastic, magical environment. It's why I love historic theatres.

Los Angeles Times society columnist Grace Kingsley, writing of opening night says:

The moment you step out of the work-a-day world into the outer foyer the charm of the place is upon you. There, lining either side wall, are two immense mural paintings in pastel shades but of heroic design. Then there's the handsome lobby, from which lead wide stairways to the mezzanine, which is heavily carpeted and which yields visions of tapestries, statuary and mural painting in bold and brilliant design.

Kingsley takes us up the curving stairways and through the hallways to see the "long vistas" that will charm us, and points out the murals of the fairy tales that lend a unifying theme to the decor - and whose themes are played out in details carved into the organ screens, gargoyles and niches throughout.


All contemporary accounts mention the figure crowning the proscenium arch - Kingsley calls it a "great winged creature" while Thudichum is more effusive:

The most compelling note of the interior is the weird being surmounting the proscenium arch. This immense winged figure whose eyes have the knowledge of ages represents for the children the Southwest Wind rising from the golden mug when little Gluck's naughty brothers bade him cast it into the fire. But to the serious-minded the sculptor interprets this as Tragedy Triumphant, the symbol of the soul of America tomorrow, rising out of the tests and trials of life, out of the fires of sacrifice on wings star-tipped to rhythms of the infinite. Students of symbology find much more in the five and six-pointed stars, the crown, and other symbols of the organ screens, carvings and sculptures, but the children see only the characters of Ruskin's legend.

The huge Doric columns flanking the stage were carried into the stage itself by stage sets or by the use of stage portals. There are no trace of these today - they were probably removed at some time in the past when screens were enlarged. The stage curtains and cyclorama were painted with fantastic and allegorical scenes that at the same time, evoked the wide natural landscape and scenery of California and the west.


The mezzanine was richly and luxuriously furnished, with tapestries, deep carpets, and colorful murals. The ceiling dome of the auditorium was "hung with gay, glittering forms, starry coffers with hidden lights, flowers, and jewels in gold and platinum, all scintillation sunlight beneath the blue of a happy summer sky."


When you're in the theatre today - perhaps for a Los Angeles Conservancy Historic Theatre walking tour - you can get a taste of this splendor, but most of it has disappeared. The mezzanine and the lobby are completely changed, with a goofy-looking dropped ceiling in the lobby, and white paint in the mezzanine.

But the work is still here, hidden away.

The non-profit group Los Angeles Historic Theatre Foundation has produced a video showing Woollett's lobby murals, hidden behind the plasterboard and false ceiling. Executive director Hillsman Wright tells how they can be saved. You can see them if you go HERE.



Woollett worked in a new technique, painting directly on the concrete as it came from the molds. This reminds me of another historic building in downtown Los Angeles, the old City Club, where the dining room was also decorated using this technique.

Behind these unassuming panels of plasterboard lie hidden treasures. Perhaps someday they'll be revealed.

UPDATE - It seems that when I embed a video, if you're using Explorer as your browser, the comment link sometimes doesn't appear. Comments are open for this post, so if you want to comment and can't see the link, try doubleclicking on the title to this post and see if the comment link appears. Thanks!

Weekly Jack

Sorry for the long absence. I suppose I should call it Monthly Jack. But - here's Jack!

Jack has a secret vice.

He loves peanuts.



This dog will eat as many peanuts as you give him.

Maybe we should take him to a ball game.


Nah.

He doesn't like playing ball.

There I go, there I go, there I go

Tenor saxophonist James Moody died on December 9, 2010 at the age of 85.

In 1949 Moody improvised a solo to the jazz standard "I'm in the Mood for Love." In 1952, singer Eddie Jefferson wrote lyrics to Moody's solo melody.

Since then, so many people have sung this song - from Sarah Vaughn to Amy Winehouse. We were lucky enough to see him a few years ago at the now-defunct Jazz Bakery in Culver City.

Here's James Moody singing his own tune with Dizzy Gillespie - with all the joy, humor, and sly wit he has to offer.



"Moody's Mood for Love"

There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control
It's a funny thing but everytime I'm near you
I never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
Music all around me, crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby close to you, turns me into your slave
Come on
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you

Am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes
Bright as stars that shine up above us
In the clear blue sky
How I worry 'bout you
Just can't live my life without you
Baby come here, don't have no fear

Oh, is there wonder why
I'm really feeling in the mood for love
So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again so baby won't you
Come and put our two hearts together

That would make me strong and brave
Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
If there's a cloud up above us
Go on and let it rain
I'm sure our love together would endure a hurricane
Oh my baby
Won't you please let me love you and get a release from this awful misery
[When the girls say]
What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Don't you understand me, oh baby please
Pull yourself together, got to do it very soon
My heart's on fire, come on and take
I'll be what you make me, my darling

Oh, pretty baby, you make me feel so good
Let me take you by the hand
Come let us visit out there
In that new promised land

Maybe there we can find
A good place to keep a lovin' state of mind
I'm so crazy mama
Never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me, you can blow now if you want to, we're through

RIP, Mr. Moody. And thank you.

Still under the weather

I suppose it's not too bad to be under the weather when the weather is like this. Here in Topanga, we've enjoyed sunlight and mild temperatures, and just a bit of coastal mist wafting in to sweeten the air.

Although my cold is still pretty bad, I put on a sweatshirt and sat on the deck in the afternoon sun for a while, enjoying the warmth.

Hope this goes away soon.

Spuds

A bowl of fingerling potatoes, oven roasted, rolled in a spicy chili oil. How much simpler can you get?


The bite-sized little spuds were cooked perfectly, the skin just crisped enough to pop as you bit into them, the insides soft and mellow.

Rotten cold

Well, it hit me like a ton of bricks, Saturday afternoon.

Fever, chills. Headache. That tickle in the back of the throat, that uncomfortable ache in the sinuses beyond the upper palate.

Sunday I spent the entire day in bed. Today it's Monday and I feel just as bad.

Lots of friends and coworkers have suffered through this cold - it's been going around. If you have it, or if you get it, I hope you fare well through it.