So, I’m driving up Hill St., just south of where Hill St. runs into Downtown L.A. (hereinafter, DTLA), when I see this chair, sitting in a parking lot. I’d never noticed this, before. I was out on my daily journies throughout the Southland (L.A. Basin), schlepping people about, in my capacity as an Uber Goober. Every day, regardless of the fact that I’ve driven and walked all over the area, looking at stuff and taking pictures, for decades – growing to love the city and her surroundings, more and more – I come across something I never knew about. This was the first thing I never knew about, that I saw today. It seems that the building outside of which this chair stands houses a collection of local furniture manufacturers’ showrooms (I knew nothing of this, either – I’ll go there again, when it’s open, on weekdays). The chair stands, I would guess, at least twenty feet high, including the blocks on which it rests. The joinery leaves something to be desired, but the shape and proportions are magnificent, as far as I can tell, not being a furniture maker.
This montage includes one of the human-size benches at the entrance to the building. I was taken by its form, and, of course, intend to add it to my mental (?) vocabulary.
Just after leaving here, I picked up a local, who told me that they’re talking about removing the chair, soon, for whatever reason (what glories may come?). I replied that it was a good thing, then, that I happened upon it when I did.
Later, I made a couple of new friends, who took their parents on a ride in my car.
Danny’s thirteen-years-old, if you care to believe that. Such a puppy, he is. I showed the photo of Bodie to Danny’s mommy, and told her his name. Coincidentally, Danny’s mommy, who is five-months pregnant (doesn’t look it, in the least), Bodie’s name. Her response? “I just found out yesterday that my baby is a boy. I’m naming him ‘Bodie.’” (Not because of Bodie the dog, but, she said, that’s the name she’d decided on, once she knew the baby is a boy.)
I have more than 1600 photos, so far, taken in these daily meanderings. I expect there’ll be more entries to come, in the “Capers” series.