This is probably the strangest thing I've ever seen in Gelson's, not counting some of the people. For a start, how did it get here? Unless laws have changed, it's illegal to fly with a durian, at least in Indonesia - though maybe the answer is in the notice, and Thai Air will carry them. For durians have a distinctive, and lingering smell - as though someone's thrown up into a bowl of very sweet custard. Actually, they taste a good deal better than they smell, and somewhere - maybe Thailand, maybe Malaysia, or for all I can remember London - I once tried some durian ice cream. But who, at nearly $70, is suddenly going to say - oh, I fancy some durian for dinner? And if it doesn't sell, and doesn't sell - at what point does it become so ripe that it's acting as a very odiferous deterrant?
Thursday, August 27, 2015
It's really too hot to eat inside or outside, but come December - even November - I'm going to be feeling very nostalgic for dining al fresco. Tonight at Pizzeria il Fico - much recommended - with another friend who's on leave too, and also on the point of leaving town: talking about the strangeness of being in limbo, of empty (relatively speaking) email inboxes, and the mixed emotions of a new year starting up around one when one's not going to be much of a part of it. At the end of her first week back teaching, it's only to be anticipated that Alice might not be super-engaged with this topic ...
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Here's a new electrical box - new to me, that is - in a corner of Echo Park: a corner so enticing that I was instantly wanting to move to the 'hood: coffee shop; stationery shop; hairdressers - my reason for being there - after 10 years of Edward in Santa Fe, it's time to move on. And up the street, a resale store with the inspired name of Hecho en Echo, where I'd surely have stopped if I hadn't needed to get back home for something. It's a very curious feeling, being on the edge of moving for nine months - exciting though this will be, it's also deeply ironic that for pretty much the first time that I've actually been living full time in Los Angeles that I have the time to explore. Ah well - there's always next year ...
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
I think I'd always assumed in the past, driving past 660 S. Figueroa (admittedly with my eyes on the rather too many lines of traffic) that this was another of Los Angeles's Art Deco buildings. Seemingly not - although decidedly under the influence. When I looked up the details, it's a 1988 building (by AC Martin Partners) - which seems to me dramatically atypical for that precise moment, and much more retro than the other buildings that they were putting up in LA at the time (oh, and Alice was driving - no cars were put in danger by the taking of this photo).
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Sometimes - it doesn't happen very often, but occasionally - the photo that I think I'm going to post turns out to be a dismal failure - slightly out of focus, boring, or whatever. What I thought would work today just wouldn't do - so at 10 p.m., I cast around me - here's a large felt tiger that I bought in the V&A earlier this year, clinging onto a faintly art nouveau cushion on my sofa.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
OK, this pretty flowering plant baffles us - although it's growing in a pot in our yard, which makes us highly suspect that we must have bought and planted it. For the last year it's been a leggy green beast - maybe five or six feet high, thirsty, and anonymous. And now, it's burst into these blooms, which are thinly reminiscent of wisteria in how they gather right at the end of branches - but the flowers are a quite different shape. I'm sure it's something quite obvious, but help, please??