Posted on 04.19.16 under glassblowing, Hauser Wirth & Schimmel, Jug Holt, los angeles, Robert Mapplethorpe, Steve Correia, topanga canyon
It’s been a while since we’ve been to LA. It’s the Jerusalem of Western Culture.
It permeates everything. Drivers seem to think that they’re in their own action movie and with a GPS, you can drive like you think you know where you’re going.
We met up with Steve Correia at his place in Topanga Canyon.
He was my first glassblowing teacher and I hadn’t seen him since 1978. He went to Honolulu for Jug Holt’s memorial service and met up with a lot of his old cronies including my old housemates. I had some photos that Peter Brown had taken and sent them on.
We reconnected and it was the old, “If you’re ever in LA, look me up,” line that old acquaintances say all the time but rarely take up on.
As it turned out we were going to LA and Steve was as good as his word. He blocked off the day and we went to Hauser, Wirth, and Shimmel and LACMA (got us in for minimal cost). There was a 2 hour standby line for the Broad, so we passed on that. But what a fantastic tour guide!
Steve’s had a great run starting with supplying the Carter administration with the art nouveau glassware. Pretty innovative, he was utilizing cheap Mexican labor back in the early 70s!
He segued into cut and polished crystal.
I had brought a couple of my wine glasses to give to Steve, so he reciprocated. Isaac picked out a couple.
This is my action movie…
It was Collateral meets Pulp Fiction
LACMA…
Posted on 04.15.16 under topanga canyon
“This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes, again…”
— Jim Morrison
The gap between the “haves” and the “have nots” can be seen everywhere, even where the PCH meets Topanga Canyon Boulevard.