This weekend proved that my love / hate relationship with Los Angeles is severely intact.
The Hate Hate Hate Side:
As reported in the LA Times, artist Kent Twitchell's mural of fellow artist Ed Ruscha, was painted over. No warning and as of Saturday no one has taken responsibility. Public art is supposed to be protected by law and creators are to be given at least 90 days to respond in order to save them if there is an order to destroy. The worst blow is that this is not the first time it has happened to Twitchell - his "Our Woman Of The Freeway" mural was painted over by a billboard company in 1986 without warning.
The Surreal Love Side:
Only in LA can you attend a party where it is a veritable Who's Who of radio and television NEWS people with fake last names. It was like being inside the movie "Anchorman" with every reporter, sports and weather person and on-air personality from all three networks squaring off in a six bedroom house with maid's quarters and no furniture. I so wanted to grab Rob Fukazaki and tell him our Barry Bonds #715 homer story. Instead during our brief stay and two cocktails we talked mostly with Lisa Foxx, who just broke up with her boyfriend, knows too much about football players' bad behavior and is looking for a new side-kick since Ryan Seacrest has gone onto bigger and better things. Man those radio people are chatty - not that that's a bad thing!
Would love to have been a fly on the wall as word has it they were up and partying till 7AM. I wonder if that involved the pool and the eighty condoms that were bought for the party, offered in the six bathrooms and were all gone by morning.