Topic: Oddities
She is a little intimidating.
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Yeah it had been a mess, overgrown with weeds, the fountains leaking. But it's all fixed up now - George Stanley, who designed the Academy Awards' Oscar statue had been commissioned in 1937 to design the fountain by the Hollywood Bowl Association and the Los Angeles County Board of Supervisors. The feds paid for it out of those WPA Arts funds ($125,000 back then) and, as the owner of the bowl, the county paid about a thousand to get things going. And now it's back.Memories of Hollywood's elegant era flowed along with dancing water Monday night as a huge hillside fountain at the entrance to the Hollywood Bowl was brought back to life after more than three decades of neglect.
The Streamline Moderne-style fountain was built in 1940 by the sculptor best known for creating the Academy Awards' Oscar statue. Standing over the bowl's Highland Avenue entryway, it depicts the muses of music, dance and drama.
The 200-foot long, 22-foot high sculpture was heralded as one of America's most ambitious art projects in 1939 when artists and craftsmen hired by the federal government for the Depression-era WPA Federal Arts Project began constructing it.
But in more recent years, it has been more of a symbol of Hollywood decay.
Stanley was already a well-known Hollywood artist who liked to joke that he became a sculptor by accident.
He had been studying at the Otis Art Institute in 1924 in hopes of becoming a commercial artist when he received a part-time job as a school "monitor" whose chief duty was to keep sculpture department modeling clay wet. That job prompted him to experiment with the clay. Playing around, he discovered he had a knack for molding images.
He went on to win sculpture commissions for wealthy Beverly Hills residents, the classic Isaac Newton statue at Griffith Park and artwork for such places as Hoover High School in Glendale and Long Beach Polytechnic High School. Commercial pieces included bas reliefs over the downtown Los Angeles telephone company headquarters and Bullocks Wilshire department store.
His most widely seen piece was only 13 1/2 inches tall, however.
Stanley was the sculptor who molded the original movie Oscar statue. He used a napkin sketch of a man standing on a reel of film grasping a sword that was drawn in 1927 by studio art director Cedric Gibbons.
But this thing was serious. You've got your tiered fountain with a fifteen-foot kneeling "Muse of Music" on top, and, in their niches on the sides, ten foot tall muses of dance and drama. The thing is concrete covered with slabs of decorative granite quarried locally near Victorville. And the whole thing works as a retaining wall that keeps the steep hillside north of the bowl's entry drive in place. Rios Clementi Hale Studios of Hollywood oversaw the four-month renovation that cost almost two million dollars.
It's a hoot, but Hollywood, which had turned incredibly seedy in the sixties, is booming once again, and discovering its odd history.
Dance -
Drama -
But still, it's a cool building. And they haven't painted over the public "mission statement" yet.
Temptations, next to Foreplay (actually Forplay), on Hollywood Boulevard - provocative lingerie and outrageous "clubwear" for the sweet young things to wear to the local hot places, and note on the right the rabbit-as-American-flag with a big white star. It's America. It's Hollywood.
In the morning light - nine in the morning July 15 - it makes a nice composition of colors and textures. And there are no tourists - everything is closed and the center of Hollywood is still asleep.
We all know that Philippe Larrieu, Counsel General of France in Los Angeles, and city councilman Tom LaBonge (his real name, actually), mean well, but this year's Bastille Day Los Angeles, down on the grounds of the Page Museum and next to the La Brea Tar Pits, was a bust. It wasn't so much that it was one hundred degrees in the shade - and there wasn't much of that - or that the nearby tar pits made the whole place smell like hot asphalt. It just wasn't very French.
Our Paris-born friend of many long years said something was missing. She was right. The booths were mostly local American outfits, offering "French-like" doodads, or just the usual junk. Oh there were a few Tahiti tourist tables, TV5 that provides French language broadcasting out here, some Moroccan food stands, and the local pétanque folks with a small area for boules (probably not sanctioned the Fédération Française de Pétanque et Jeu Provençal). There was the same old black thirties Citroën from last year parked on the lawn. But the stage was local rappers and South Seas acts, all in English. They seemed to be having trouble getting anyone to run in the hokey waiters' race. Paris, the center and soul of France, was a long, long way off on Sunday afternoon, July 16, 2006.
But what was missing? Flags. There was not one French flag anywhere, not even the small ones. Nothing, nada, rien.
We left early. What was the point in staying?
Five shots will give you a sense of the event -