Los Angeles, A City Filled With Hope on November 3, 2020

There was no possibility that I was going to watch the news or doom scroll on Twitter on election night. As I grabbed a back up battery, I rushed out the front door. I always carry an extra SanDisk card in case I forget my card in my camera which last night I did as I was anxious to get into the city and in my car I went. Beginning on Sunset Blvd, I headed east from Laurel Canyon. That’s when I began to see my city with boarded up stores as far as Western Avenue. I stopped by Objets d’Art & Spirit, to see the owner who has worked for decades to build her dream in Los Angeles. This store was on LaCienega for nearly three decades and is now on Sunset Blvd. My heart hurt to see her store being boarded up with plywood.

Motion Picture Editors Guild on Sunset Blvd.

Objets’ d’art and Spirit.

Self Portrait on Sunset Blvd. 

 

This sign gave me hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I parked my car so I could walk my city. Yes, my city. I grew up in Los Angeles specifically in the San Fernando Valley. Back in the 70’s, there was less crime. The worst thing that happened here was a hub cap was stolen off a car. The abuse went on behind closed doors. Now, as I walked around with my camera near Western and Sunset, I saw the taco truck where people gathered to place their orders. One man was hanging lights as the others were cooking meat and vegetables and onions over a hot grill. I saw people on their cell phones and others waiting for the bus. Mothers holding their children’s hands, a couple taking off on their skateboards after a quick chat with me. I was filled with so much hope for my city, my country, our world. 

As I drove south towards Melrose, I still had no idea how close the polls were. I thought of my father, who came to this country from Poland as an immigrant after working with the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society for five years, to get the proper permissions to enter America. His hopes were to start a new life, a life after the Holocaust and America was his chosen dream. My father taught me that with hard work, I could create my own dream and I did but it required dedication, commitment and a never ending drive and persistance to become a stunt woman in Hollywood.

As I drove west on Melrose and saw more store fronts all covered with wood to protect the stores from the inevitable damage, I stopped at another taco bar on the street. There were 4 people working there from the women chopping the onions to the one creating the warm tortillas to the men again cooking the various meats. I thought of my father, who worked at least 4 different jobs to put food on the table for his five children. I passed movie studios were I have worked over the three decades in Hollywood not only as a stunt woman but in locations. My dreams came true in this city. I know this city like no other from where to park without getting a ticket to where to get the best street taco.  Still, I remained hopeful for the outcome of this election. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I drove south on Highland and headed to Wilshire Blvd and onto Beverly Hills, I had heard that Rodeo Blvd was boarded up but I had no idea what was in store for me. Not only boarded up stores but all access to Rodeo Blvd was blocked with barriers, police and security guards. Here, I spoke to a young man and asked if he knew where we were in the polls. He said it was close. I asked him who he voted for as I could feel his answer in my bones. “Trump” he replied “And now I regret it.” I had no words so I stayed silent. This was the first time I checked my phone all evening to see the poll numbers. 

 

 

 

Photographing Beverly Hills and all our city with boards up and down the streets hurt my heart. What has happened to our country and can we save it? When I awoke this morning, November 4, my dear friend Ruth, who has been building homes in Los Angeles for years, posted the poem “Good Bones” by Maggie Smith on Instagram and wrote “America! I believe you have good bones.” Maggie Smith writes out of experience of motherhood, inspired by her children. And, Ruth, who has worked so hard to raise her two children in Los Angeles, gave me hope this morning.

I thought of my father, who would buy the crummiest homes because he said “It had good bones” and how he bought homes and built homes all over the San Fernando Valley to support his children and give them a better life than he had in Poland. I awoke with hope, again. 

 

 

 

Good Bones by Maggie Smith

 

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

Peaceful protest at Pan Pacific Park in Los Angeles Erupts in Violence

A friend posted on Facebook that there would be a peaceful protest in the name of George Floyd and the 601 people murdered by police in LA County since 2012. The invite was benign and I arranged to have a parking spot by that same friend, in the immediate neighborhood. I noticed the invite indicated “Co-led by Black Lives Matter LA BLD PWR”

As I made my way to her apartment off Beverly Blvd, there were barricades placed in every direction indicating that only those who were locals could enter. That was the first sign of something.

The protest was filled with thousands of people from young to old, black and white, even dogs and children. There were chants of “no justice, no peace” and the one that brought tears to my eyes, “I Can’t Breathe” which everyone knows by now, was what George Floyd said to the police officer, Derek Chauvin, who had his knee pinned on his neck/throat.

I walked around Pan Pacific Park, chatting as I do with people in order to make photographs. I would give a gesture or a thumbs up and people were more than willing to pose while I was creating photographs. Then, we began to exit the park and head onto 3rd Street, as we passed Nordstrom and continued to chant together as a group, as shared brothers and sisters in sorrow and outrage.

Entrance to Pan Pacific Park

Entrance to Pan Pacific Park

Pan Pacific Park

Pan Pacific Park

Pan Pacific Park

Pan Pacific Park

Pan Pacific Park

“I Can’t Breathe”

3rd Street

Self-portrait 3rd Street and Crescent Heights

Teach your children well

Self Portrait on 3rd Street

I’m not holding my breath

Beverly Blvd.

Self-portrait – Beverly Blvd.

Fairfax & Beverly Police Man

First police vehicle lit on fire at Fairfax and Beverly Blvd

Second police car on fire on Beverly Blvd.

I received an emergency message from my closest friend, which turned out to have not been made from her, which I took as a sign from my higher power that it was time to head home as we had been marching over two and a half hours at that point in the midday sun.

As I made my way east on Beverly Blvd, I looked up and saw black smoke reaching high into the sky. Instinctively, I started running back towards the smoke, as I wanted to document what was on fire, which turned out to be the first police car set ablaze. I spoke to a journalist from Vice who told me he was there to cover the news. In a matter of moments, the peaceful protest escalated to anarchy. It felt like orchestrated social chaos and it was not the same people who were peacefully protesting on the streets for two and a half hours prior. Now there were people inciting violence, raging and screaming. It felt as if the police vehicles were placed in a grid and someone wasn’t just blowing up their engines, the cars were being incinerated. Something that elaborate had to have been planned.

What I saw on Saturday, in the second part of the day, as an on-the-scene-witness was an orchestrated operation. I think the goal was to create circumstances to justify a crack down, the elimination of civil liberties and impose martial law.

America is literally burning with outrage. Systemic racism has always been here but it has grown during this administration’s regime. Racial tensions are at their highest levels.

It’s Sunday evening as I write this and I’m still trying to process what I saw and experienced. And if that’s not enough, my telephone sends out a text message that makes me jump because of the shrill sound, telling us Angelenos that we are in a Public Safety Alert Citywide curfew. Santa Monica is on lockdown from 4pm on. LA on lockdown from 6pm on and Malibu just went on lockdown as a precaution. This is after we have been on lockdown for the past three months. As I type this, there are buildings on fire in Santa Monica.

Last but not least, one of the most controversial songs that Michael Jackson wrote released on his History album on June 16, 1995. This was the first album Michael released after he was falsely accused of child molestation by a greedy dentist who tried to extort $20m. Michael wrote “I am the victim of police brutality.” and made 2 different short films for “They Don’t Care About Us.” To say he was angry is an understatement.

Survivor: My Father’s Ghosts at the Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust

Survivor: My Father’s Ghosts-Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust

Survivor: My Father’s Ghosts is on view until  August 20, 2018 at the Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust. Please come visit the museum at the Grove and see what the museum is going to further Holocaust education.

http://www.lamoth.org/exhibitions/temporary-exhibits/survivor-my-fathers-ghosts–a-/

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Entrance to Dachau – May 2017

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Self Portrait – Dachau May 2017

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Majdanek Concentration Camp – Lublin, Poland May 2015

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Chelmno Extermination Camp – Chelmno nad Nerem, Poland.

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Sobibór – The Road to Heaven that the Jews were made to walk to the gas chambers.

Survivor: My Father’s Ghosts-Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust

Reconciling the Holidays 2016

Reconciling the Holidays 2016

Whether one celebrates Christmas, Hanukkah or any other festive holiday, this time of year brings up emotions. As my father left his physical body on Christmas, it’s a particularly reflective time for me. Whether we are with family or friends exchanging gifts or having meals together, the holidays are meant to be a time for celebration.

As I am driving south on the 101 to work, I notice an increase in the amount of homeless living on the side of the freeway than four years ago, when my work required increased time spent driving to downtown Los Angeles. I see a makeshift toilet, battered and ripped tents & frayed blankets next to people’s “homes” and I can’t help but wonder what it must feel like to be living in the rain, during the holiday season, with no home.

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San Pedro Street

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She was walking up and down San Pedro Street in the pouring rain.

We are shooting nights downtown and the pounding of the rain begins just as all the gear needs to start the move to the filming location from the base camp. I find the rain magical but can’t help but think of the people on the streets. In the morning after “wrap” has been called, when the sun has risen and I can wander alone, I hang my camera on my left shoulder, as I have been doing since I was 10 years old. I hang a Trader Joes bag filled with food on my right shoulder as I walk with my orange umbrella. I begin to walk the streets around San Pedro near 10th street, as I have to stay close to the location.

I meet Jeffrey who tells me “I’m doing the best I can” and “It is what it is” and manages a genuine smile. I offer him some food and he is so very grateful.

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Jeffrey

Next I stop to speak to Cheryl, a woman pushing a shopping cart down 11th Street. She tells me “my husband beat me up.” And she has lupus and cancer. When she shares with me that she was in a relationship where she was abused, I immediately open up and tell her my mother was too. “I’m doing my own thing” she says and asks me if I have any chocolate. “I knew someone would want chocolate” I think to myself and reaching into my bag, I find the chocolate bar I added to my stash and hand it to her.

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Cheryl

I speak to Ernestine, who has four children: Tamisha, Latary, Laterrier, & Tomika. It’s challenging to understand everything she is saying but she thanks me for the food as well.

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Ernestine

There is so much suffering in the world and I am pondering how to reconcile that some of us live in abundance with magic all around. Yet how do we remain grateful and happy, knowing people are in pain or even anguish? People right near by. People that I see sleeping on & walking down 7th Street as the van shuttles crew members from base camp to set.

It’s a corrosive attitude to think of the homeless as others. The only thing I can do at this very moment is to take action and hand out food to the different people I meet as I walk along the streets, as the rain is coming down heavy on all of us. “Feed each other” – Yogi Bhajan, master of Kundalini yoga and my spiritual teacher, taught us. There is a spiritual imperative in my belief system that says help others. So, that I do. When I’m home in bed later that evening, I feel blessed and content that I could help a few people today during my work day.

@ hannah kozak
Downtown Los Angeles.

Reconciling the Holidays 2016

Sāmbār – Indian Yumminess in Culver City

Sāmbār – Indian Yumminess in Culver City

I like Indian food but after having dinner at Sāmbār Restaurant – the new upscale Indian restaurant in downtown Culver City, I can officially say that I love Indian food.

First of all, the location is in the pedestrian walking district of Culver Blvd, just two doors away from Akasha’s first restaurant aptly named Akasha. Sāmbār is the combined creation of the design building firm of Ruth Black, who specializes in ruins to renovation and acclaimed chef, Akasha, who has a whole new take on Indian cuisine. Akasha spent time in an ashram and traveling through India.

India is one of my favorite countries in the world. It’s not like traveling to another country, it’s like traveling to another world. It’s the seat of spirituality, a place where you can sip a cup of chai tea on a street corner and feel fine about just being here now. Between the intense wet heat that never lets up and the smell of India; the scent of Nag Champra incense, a combination of temples, mosques, fresh flowers, decay of the past, saffron, cows, cats, I was intoxicated. This smell still beckons me, even years later, begging me to return for another hit of life. Eating Akasha’s food on my birthday brought me back to that place in my soul, where India is part of me.

Speaking of another part of me, for all you Michael Jackson fans, you already know Akasha was Michael Jackson’s personal and concert (Victory, Bad and History tours) chef. Michael said the only restaurant he would drive to back in the 80’s was Akasha’s Golden Temple, the once popular vegetarian restaurant.

Upon entering there is an eye catching chandelier of blue, green, red, purple, yellow that Black designed and created. If you like details, like I do, have a look at her blog where she explains her design on the chandelier.

https://rtr-homes.com/sambar2.html

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Sāmbār chandalier

Not only is the food a feast for the senses, the space is too. Call me fussy if you like, but when I go out to eat, I love to feel inspired by not only the food but the space must stir as well. The combination of Black and Akasha achieves this. Ruth had the tables hand made while the leather was achieved by an expert in fabrics and textiles, at Holland & Sherry. Black choose cressula, a deep, sautéed green color plant that is drought tolerant, in planters to line the outdoor deck seating area.

Here’s the wooden ceiling:

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Sambar Restaurant ceiling

It gets better. Here is the art project of stardust white wooden sticks on the wall next to the bar.

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Sāmbār Restaurant – Art

Now for the food. We started with this cheese plate:

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Sāmbār cheese plate

Here are samosas, Sambar snack mix, Sev Puri Chat, Toor Daal Fritters, (In the back, my apologies for cutting off) and a Sacred Cow drink.

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Sambar Restaurant –
Samosas, Sambar snack mix, Sev Puri Chat, Toor Daal Fritters, Sacred Cow drink

In the back is a Cheese Thai (Indian Cheese plate), with Papadoms and Turmeric Naan, Lemon Rice, Dal, Tandoori Roasted Vegetables with yogurt, Tandoori British half Raj chicken.

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Sambar Restaurant 2

Tandoori Roasted Vegetables with Yogurt:

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Sambar Restaurant 3

Here’s the Tandoori pistachio lamb kabob with Makki ki roti (gluten free).

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Sāmbār Restaurant – Tandoori pistachio lamb kabob with Makki ki roti

Tandoori British Raj chicken:

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Sāmbār Tandoori British Raj chicken.

A special banana dessert that three lifelong friends shared:

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Sāmbār banana dessert

I’m looking forward to returning to try the lamb burger and try some of the drinks made by Clare Ward a mixologist who came on board from Akasha’s first restaurant. Some of her drinks include house-made bitters with turmeric and spiking Pimms cocktails with fresh curry leaves.

Ruth Black is a long time Kundalini yogi whose love for the practice brings a higher consciousness that permeates every area of her life. Here is her hand drawn designs in the restrooms. Just like Michael Jackson, Ruth understands the mantra of the Age of Aquarius that “You’re Just Another Part of Me.” Here we see Ruth’s handwriting, inspired by her mother, a calligraphy artist, who was in of all places, India at the time Ruth was building Sāmbār.

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Sāmbār Restaurant art work by Ruth Black Designs.

Last but not least, the hand painted logo at the entrance wall designed by Ruth’s talented mother, artist Barbara Graham.

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Sāmbār Restaurant entrance

“India was open. India was honest. And I liked that from the first day. My instinct wasn’t to criticize. My instinct, in the city I was learning to love, was to observe, and become involved, and enjoy.” Gregory David Roberts – Shantaram

Sāmbār – Indian Yumminess in Culver City

Suzan Woodruffs’ Echo Maker at Katherine Cone Gallery

Suzan Woodruff’s Echo Maker opened tonight at the Katherine Cone Gallery on La Cienega and will run from October 26 – December 7, 2013.

http://www.katherineconegallery.com

The first time I saw Suzan Woodruff’s paintings in person, I was moved to tears. In the swirling movement of people in a crowded gallery, Woodruff’s paintings touched me to my core. I discovered an emotional poetry that connected us from our childhoods.

Ghosting
Ghosting

Woodruff is an artist who has mastered the fine art of letting go of control. She touches the heavens with her skies or are we swimming in an ocean with no end in sight?

Lunar Palpitations
Lunar Palpitations

A powerful woman, she told me once that being an artist is the only way she has lived her life and is inspired by the awe of nature, science, space, emotional memories and experiences. She looks at everything; the sky, the oceans, as if she may never see them again.

After Burn
After Burn

She has described herself as part mad scientist and part shaman and uses meditation methods to control the chaos while creating paintings that are quieting. Her paintings evoke Georgia O’Keefe, one of the female artists she admires for her use of feminine and sexual imagery.

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Woodruff has supported herself as an artist since she left home at sixteen. Truly a non-conformist, she has always lived on the edge of life and in part because her grandmother insisted Suzan was a reincarnated artist, she has always believed in her gifts and her life as an artist. She was born to create.

Smoke
Smoke

Everyone is born creative but most people’s insecurities prevent them from pursuing their passions and they are so afraid of failure that it inhibits their ability to explore themselves creatively.

Self Similarities
Self Similarities

As we orbit through the universe, Woodruff controls bits of our planets’ chaos long enough to create quiet slices of life. Her passion, her presence and her commitment to her art is an art.

Ghost Dust Particles
Ghost Dust Particles

Ghost Dust Particles
Ghost Dust Particles

Occulation
Occulation

Little Echo II
Little Echo II

Little Green Echo III
Little Green Echo III

Little Echo
Little Green Echo

Little Green Echo
Little Green EchoII

Little Green Echo11
Little Green Echo11

Casper Brindle & Suzan - friend and artist.
Casper Brindle & Suzan – friend and artist.

The Next: Emerging LA Artists at Perfect Exposure Gallery

I met Aline Smithson when I wrote to her at Lenscratch late in 2011. My Forgiveness and Compassion series was featured on her blogzine, I enrolled in Aline’s Next Step One class at Julia Dean Workshops where I met other photographers whom Aline has guided with a roadmap on how to create a fine arts photography career.

On Thursday, November 15, 2012 the reception for The Next: Emerging LA Artists at The Perfect Exposure Gallery in Los Angeles showed a mix of established and new photographers, some showing work the first time. The opening last night was a celebration of art, photography, friendship, and love in Los Angeles.

From portraits to nudes, each photographer featured in the show have studied under the tutelage of Aline Smithson who teaches a three part course called The Next Step at the Julia Dean Workshops. Julia Dean, a passionate photographer and teacher,  studied under Berenice Abbott, the photographer who was part of the straight photography movement.

Aline Smithson is a photographer, educator, and reviewer. She writes and edits the blogzine Lenscratch, has been the Gallery editor for Light Leaks Magazine and has curated exhibitions for many galleries and online magazines. But most importantly, Aline has created a community for us with her caring, non-competitive spirit and giant heart. Aline has created a tight knit family of photographers that lean on each other for advice, questions, help and commitment to helping each other grow as artists.

Armando Arorizo – Perfect Exposure Gallery owner

Jodi Champagne

Lori Pond

Patty Lemke

Rina Shapira

Sandra Klein

Susan Swihart

Allison Turner

Cindy Bendat

Savannah Johnson

Aline Smithson’s The Lonesome Doll

hannah kozak, Los Angeles Sky

Rinus Van De Velde

At the opening of  Rinus Van de Velde’s exhibit at Patrick Painters Gallery at Bergamot Station,  I was caught off guard by the impact his large, detailed, charcoal drawings had on me immediately.

Rinus Van de Velde

He is a fan of the pictorial age and loves all visuals. As he digs through the archives of magazines, biographies, art catalogs and even the Internet, he loves to tear out the images that move him where he pins them onto the wall of his studio in Antwerp.

Rinus has produced a musician he calls Conrad and in his drawings Rinius is searching for him. I wasn’t sure if the portraits were self-portraits or fiction but I suppose it doesn’t matter.

Rinus Van de Velde by Hannah Kozak

Michael Jackson Collection of Dr. Arnold Klein at Bonhams

Bonhams is having an auction of Dr. Arnold Klein’s estate on Monday, January 23. Apparently Klein is bankrupt and is selling his home. I spoke to one of the employees. Dr. Klein is cleaning out which is relatable and selling everything. There are prints from photographers Bruce Weber, David LaChappelle, Robert Mapplethorpe and even a copy of Herb Ritts Men/Women book, which is out of print. I have a copy of this book that I purchased in 1992 at Powell’s Book Store, which is heaven for people who love books. It’s two sewn hard backs in slip-case. The plates are duo-tones printed on European matte art paper.

Herb Ritts Men/Women slip cover book

Herb Ritts signed Men/Women book

Lot No: 1036

8 ½ lines written by Michael Jackson, apparently lyrics for an unfinished song

1 p, n.p., n.d. A rare lyrical manuscript: “Across the Sea of time / we shall meet on endless / shores, Country our / Blessing of loves Eternity / But tomorrow is not a / promise / the promise of another tomorrow / So let us meet on endless / Stars at the break of Dawn …”
This sheet of paper was found amongst Jackson’s things in his special guest room at Dr. Klein’s house after his death.
11 x 8 1/2 in

Estimate: US$3,000 – 5,000

Lyrics for an unfinished song

Black wool hat with a thin black, wool band and a silver buckle. With an inscribed and signed note in Jackson’s hand on “Michael Jackson/ Thriller” notepaper: “To: Dr. Klein From – Michael Jackson.” Encased in plexiglas. 15 x 18 x 16 in (including plexiglas)Est. $7,000-10,000

Black wool with a nice thin, black, wool band, silver buckle.

Lot1042-MJLifeCover A Michael Jackson inscribed and signed Life magazine cover, depicting Jackson with his newborn son written in silver marker: “To Arnold Klein ‘We love you.'” Encased in plexiglas. 17 x 15 in (including plexiglas)Est. $400-600

Colin Finlay gifted me with this exact magazine last week at Photo LA!

Michael Jackson inscribed, signed Life magazine

Lot1043-MJMoonwalk Moon Walk, inscribed and signed by Michael Jackson New York: Doubleday, 1988. A pristine first edition of Jackson’s autobiography Inscribed and signed in silver marker: “Love to Arnold, Your [sic] simply the BEST. Love Michael Jackson.” With original dust-jacket, encased in plexiglas. 10 x 6 1/2 in (book only)Est. $800-1,200

Moon Walk, inscribed and signed by Michael Jackson

Lot1081-MJTourJacket A Michael Jackson Dangerous tour jacket Black wool with black leather sleeves Men’s L Est. $400-600

MJ Dangerous tour jacket

Lot1083-MJShirt-geometric A Michael Jackson owned Versace shirt Black and white geometrically patterned cotton shirt by Versace Together with a first edition of Gianni Versace’s Vanitas: Designs, New York: Abbeville Press, 1994. Various sizes Est. $300-400

MJ owned Versace shirt

Lot1084-MJShirt-floralA Michael Jackson owned Versace shirt Black, yellow, green and blue floral print silk shirt by Versace Est. $300-400

MJ owned Versace shirt

This is what I’d like. I collect photography books. Not only is it a first edition but this book is out of print and there’s a wonderful chapter where Elizabeth describes all the jewelry MJ gifted her with. She writes about gifting Michael with an elephant for his birthday. They seemed to have such a lovely relationship,laughing, smiling, always holding hands and supporting each other through good times and bad.

Elizabeth Taylor - My Love Affair with Jewelry Lot1148-ETBook Elizabeth Taylor’s Elizabeth Taylor: My Love Affair with Jewelry, inscribed and signed New York: Simon & Schuster, 2002. A first edition with an effusive inscription for Dr. Klein:“My Beloved Arnie / I love you more than I could tell – I feel you have saved my fading life. I love and thank you forever / Your Elizabeth T.” This book is no longer in print. 12 1/4 x 10 in Est. $400-600

Photos courtesy of Bonhams

Anne Troutman at Harris & Ruble Nov 5 – Dec 7, 2011

Anne Troutman’s Condition of the Waters will be at Harris & Ruble Art from November 5 – December 7, 2011. The proprietors, Marcella Ruble and Alan Harris, purchased the 1937 Art Deco historically significant building at the intersection of Santa Monica and Cole, originally for their law practice.

In August 2010 Ms. Ruble and Alan Harris opened an art gallery in this building which also houses their law firm and her art studio. This gallery provides the opportunity to showcase artists whose work expresses a vision that is uniquely creative as well as executed with technical sophistication.

Anne shared with me: “Each photo-relief is assembled from informal shots taken with a digital pocket camera. However, unlike much digital photography today, there is no attempt to mask the process of their making. The final images are un-stitched, re-assembled, and physically layered. Subtle gaps, interruptions, mounds or interstices create a dimensional and dynamic surface that invokes the spatiality latent in the image as object.

The photo-reliefs are in varying states of resolve. Some flow together, smooth and coincident; others are more dissonant, misaligned, animating the opposing forces of the constructed and the natural. While my large-scale works are subtle and the smaller ones more pronounced, both suggest the constructed nature of perception and the physicality of visual experience. However, unlike the seamless digitally-stitched typologies such as the work of German photographer Andreas Gursky, I challenge the two-dimensional nature of the photograph by un-stitching, re-assembling, and physically layering fragments of a single photograph, to suggest depth and a sculptural quality to my subjects.”

Blue Air II

Blue Air VI

Blue Air IV

Blue Air V

Blue Air III

Blue Air I

Blue Air Triptych

Nothing Lost or Forgotten

Troutman gathered images from the past year from her snapshots of various bodies of water, rivers & streams, salt ponds and lakes, oceans and seas, an Olympic swimming pool to summon a synaesthetic, intimate and poetic world.

Anne is a an artist and former professor of architecture at Southern California Institute of Architecture and Chair of Environmental Art at Santa Monica College of Design Art & Architecture. She was a research scholar at UCLA Center for the Study of Women, worked in the Scholars Program at the Getty Research Institute and has published essays on spatial culture and history with a focus on the history of the boudoir and modernist spatial erotics.

harrisandruble.com

annetroutman.com