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There were shots of Will Rogers’s house—and more with his car, his stable, and his horse Soapsuds—and of the old Presbyterian Conference Grounds in Temescal Canyon.
There’s room aplenty within LA’s vast sprawl, where interstices of immanent potential have been left unbothered for the last hundred years.
McCoy takes shots at MGM Studios, Mel Brooks, and the director Herbert Ross—La Mesa property owners all—but reserves the bulk of her disgust for Roger Corman.
On our own, we are defenseless against the fireball we happen to depend on for existence.
An unconventional key to some of the features of a Los Angeles housing tract
Would Louis B. Mayer (or his accountant) have ever signed off on a design so lush, so louche, so über-Wright as this?
A hole in the universe opened in the Valley. We tried lying on top of it.
