or the sky begins at Venice Beach–there’s so much smoke downwind from Malibu. The horizon looks like a huge gray minimalist canvas. The Southland is ablaze again– as expected after a winter of no rain. The devastation is on a catastrophic level. I can’t understand the sick pleasure that motivates pyromaniacs: they are beyond my comprehension! One arsonist was already shot & killed and more remain at large. Some years ago, several major fires here were set by an arsonist who had been a firefighter!!!
that’s Hollywood–it always has been. Beware of what you dream in the seductive, golden town.
The apparent double suicide of “It” couple, artist Jeremy Blake & writer/ filmmaker/ blogger, Theresa Duncan, is very sad & the odd, mysterious story has yet to fully unfold. It has all the trappings: beautiful, highly-achieved & highly-ambitious people; dashed Hollywood dreams; alleged Scientology tie-ins.
Until early this year, when the pair moved back to NY, they lived, like I, at Venice Beach.I didn’t know them-never heard of them–but apparently a longtime friend of mine, Glenn O’Brien, was their close friend. Blake & Duncan spent their last weekend at Glenn’s country house & he was asked by Jeremy Blake to make the final postmortem entry on Theresa Duncan’s blog. Blake followed his mate into death–days later.
I wonder what their suicide notes said? I wonder about so many things here…
I’ll stay tuned.
It was my b-day. Was exhausted. Received gorgeous orchids. Got a great gift for my Mickey Cohen book research: the history of the Cohen tribe from an Orthodox Jewish bookstore. Considered the most elevated spiritually, the priestly Cohens are given $$$–tithe. And they can’t be around death! Wanted quiet dinner for two at the Tower Bar in the Sunset Tower Hotel. I remember what it used to look like and the renovation is good. Paul Fortune did it. The restaurant is in one of the many apartments Bugsy Siegel had all over town. Nice dark wood and lighting. There all these corny photos from the Golden Age hanging everywhere–cluttering the room. Don’t need them to invoke retro vibe. Was promised a cushy banquette w/ view of the lights of Hollywood. As always, had the most incredibe birthday dinner. Came home & watched The Soup on E! and Bill Maher.
On Sat., the neighbor said her Jag was stolen from her garage. There was a note: “Yuppie scum get out of Venice!” Really creepy. Went to La Luna for dinner & was told after 16 yrs. their lease was being tripled. Larchmont’s hot. Hope we don’t lose that restaurant. Pls no more chains in Larchmont. Don’t want it to look like Disneyland or the synthetic Grove (which is a big hit) w/ that hokey train.