The tease

Some days you can, some days you can't. And some days, you just tease.
The idea of a temporary museum made of shipping containers, canvas and things that look like really big paper towel roles is a good one. Unfortunately, after about three of the photographs at Gregory Colbert's (no relation to Steven Colbert) Ashes and Snow exhibit, the awe begins to fade. Pictures of people and animals (generally attractive people and animals in dreamy, ancient world /primordial sepia settings) feel a little Anne Geddes. The points are made once in photographs, then again in film and possibly a third time, again in photos. Maybe we're too cynical to appreciate this harmonious vision, but we found the whole thing could be done in about five photos. Also, they didn't sell seperate post cards -- instead you have to buy some $30 book. Not cool! We just wanted one to send to granma.
Afield in Los Angeles, you come across so many plants, blooming huge and happy, all over. But not all of us are lucky enough to have gardens or even decks. And we tire of buying spices in the market, having them droop and wilt after a couple of days. Sometimes, if you know what to look for, you can find spices in other people's gardens. We don't want to go into great detail (and be blamed for your stomach ache/er visit/ untimely death) but rosemary seems to be fairly common. It grows like mad in our climate, and people use it as hedges, bushes and shrubs, often in their front yard. So here's a pic -- keep your eyes peeled!
This transfocus will now transform into a car that isn't so crappy!
Just barely in the corner of a nondescript mini-mall in a nondescript stretch of westside road is a tiny restaurant. Once you park in the parking lot, you may still not be able to find it. And once inside, you may have to wait for a seat, so come early.
We have already mentioned Sweetcake in our cupcake expose, but their small bites are worth another look. When you open their box, tied with a brown ribbon, the confections themselves are jewel-like, delicate and inscrutable. It is hard to know, just by looking at them what they are, but you can be sure they are delicious. There are small flat round cakes, with mod decorations that are really just small versions of their cupcakes, there are tiny lemon and chocolate tartlettes. There are chocolate "boxes" filled with wonderful custards, topped with berries. A personal favorite, is a round marzipan "basket" filled with chocolate, topped with a fanciful wedge of pink striped chocolate and a blueberry. It's not cheap, but every bite is worth it.
We know what you're thinking. We know what you want. Where are the couches? We are wondering the same thing whenever we're afield in Palms. The streets are bare of any couches whatsoever. We've often had the opportunity to speculate what would chase them back inside -- but it's spring, and the weather's lovely! We can't figure it out...

Oh so close to Palms, in green furrowed Cheviot Hills, lives a woman named Maria Altmann. Recently, she won. And so have you. Gustav Klimpt, an important artist of Vienna's "jugendstil" school, painted a number of portraits of high society ladies of the era, many in his masterpiece "gold style" which incorperated the use of gold with Egyptian and Byzantine motifs. Many of these women were Jewish.
Just when you thought we were through with our Union Station-ness...we can't spend a few days at one of LA's most beautiful landmarks without discussing Traxx -- a fine dining restaurant located in the station itself.
In our last installment on the Fred Harvey Company, we celebrate his master architect, Mary Jane Elizabeth Colter. Born in 1869, Colter moved around the frontier in the years after the Civil War. After her father died in 1886, she attended the California School of Design in San Francisco. After graduation, she taught mechanical drawing at the Mechanical Arts High School in Minnesota. In 1901, she began working at the Fred Harvey company as an interior decorator, becoming his full time architect in 1910.
While we're talking about train stations, a man by the name, Fred Harvey forged a partnership in 1876 with the railroads to open chains of hotels and restaurants along the railways, they continued to be built and operated through the 1940s, though Fred Harvey himself died in 1901.
In its heyday, Union Station was a dynamic location most people passed through on their way to and from LA. Celebrities were often photographed as they arrived and departed for news clips. After LAX was built, and most people began to fly, the station fell into decline. Recently, it's been invigorated by becoming part of the metro lines, so once again, it's a hub of transportation for most of Los Angeles.
Los Angeles' Union Station is widely considered to be the last of the great train stations built in this country. Designed by John B. and Donald D. Parkinson, the station was opened in 1939, with a dedication ceremony featuring both the mayor of Los Angeles and the governor of California, amidst three days of pageants, parades and other celebrations.
The answer is clear if you're at Ocean Park and 31st in Santa Monica -- Ghostbusters!
