tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post4798122467060039864..comments2024-02-26T10:52:14.585-08:00Comments on Glimpses of South Pasadena: Settings: Part 6Laurie Alleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-32381181243816949092009-01-14T22:02:00.000-08:002009-01-14T22:02:00.000-08:00another burned-out industry/west of la brea newbie...another burned-out industry/west of la brea newbie moves into town...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-31867406871913162842009-01-13T03:53:00.000-08:002009-01-13T03:53:00.000-08:00I'm sorry you know my imagination usually runs rio...I'm sorry you know my imagination usually runs riot, but JT'S balloons held hostage floored. Love that kind of humour and the Hopper line ans colours of this image.Jane Hards Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17162628972166464736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-69424558514067337792009-01-13T03:52:00.000-08:002009-01-13T03:52:00.000-08:00Barney and Andy with Barney half sitting on the de...Barney and Andy with Barney half sitting on the desk and Andy behind it....love that brick work!Tanya Breesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01949602989774270159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-85439896633050411552009-01-13T01:03:00.000-08:002009-01-13T01:03:00.000-08:00Good people, I am delighted by your brilliance! ...Good people, I am delighted by your brilliance! Are you sure you don't want to put together a production company? These are marvelous. (And way better than my first thought which was that the door opened to a bridal store specializing in red wedding dresses...)<BR/><BR/>My old film school self is happily sated and inspired.<BR/><BR/>Til tomorrow!Laurie Alleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-73276204040032427522009-01-12T23:54:00.000-08:002009-01-12T23:54:00.000-08:00Smell of wet fish - it used to be a shop selling f...Smell of wet fish - it used to be a shop selling fish and NOTHING will get rid of that smell. Now it's being renovated into a trendy cafe but long way to go yet. Inside, two workmen, having a cigarette break and talking about the girls they hope to meet tonight...Jillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08059152467099868300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-2953953466947678952009-01-12T20:35:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:35:00.000-08:00B: Okay, well. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. A:...B: Okay, well. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. <BR/><BR/>A: Aw, at's okay.<BR/><BR/>(B notices secretary seated behind Royal typewriter. The secretary is pale. Her facial expression frozen in horror.)<BR/><BR/>B: Say, is she alright? (points to secretary)<BR/><BR/>A: Who?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-20719921010424295092009-01-12T20:17:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:17:00.000-08:00Secretly Laurie's favourite game is trying to get ...Secretly Laurie's favourite game is trying to get me to make a fool of myself.<BR/><BR/>Once you pass through the red door you find yourself transported to 1928. The room is cavernous with multiple rows of gray steel desks. There are so many desks in each row that they seem to stretch to infinity. Each desk has a brass banker's lamp with a green shade sitting in front of a green blotter. Sitting at each desk is a fellow with a white shirt, plaid bow tie, red suspenders and matching sleeve garters. They continue entering figures in a ledger with their right hand while working a calculator the size of a car battery with their left. The noise is quite deafening and no one looks up.<BR/><BR/>At the front of the room, smack in the centre at a desk exactly like all the others, sits a secretary (visualize Madonna as a redhead with smaller breasts). She is holding a phone to her ear, looking straight ahead but not acknowledging your presence. <BR/><BR/>On closer inspection there appears to be a large dagger sticking out of her back. <BR/><BR/>END OF ACT 1Waynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00763611338613325523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-4962457614862432012009-01-12T20:12:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:12:00.000-08:00Spencer Hayden and Robert Mitchum, working on a 40...Spencer Hayden and Robert Mitchum, working on a 40s Chevy, getting ready for a heist. But they don't know that Kirk Douglas has their number. Tonight, the cops lie in wait, the crooks pull up the bank, guns fire, our noir guys are toast. They find guns and plans here, at this garage. OK!Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-53652729684920656202009-01-12T20:11:00.000-08:002009-01-12T20:11:00.000-08:00Balloons being held hostage.Balloons being held hostage.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18070779113552428820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-78713947588435265532009-01-12T19:55:00.000-08:002009-01-12T19:55:00.000-08:00Judy - The space heater image reminds me of when I...Judy - The space heater image reminds me of when I went to the bookstore Shakespeare and Co. in Paris in 1977. The owner, a crochety old guy and a descendant of Walt Whitman, was heating up some lentil soup on a space heater that was under his desk. He took a taste and spit it out because it was too hot. Then he got up and removed some flowers from a vase and used the water from the vase to cool his soup. Yuck!<BR/><BR/>Maybe that guy is behind the red door.Mister Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18405041951237611622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-18615488456545974342009-01-12T19:46:00.000-08:002009-01-12T19:46:00.000-08:00I do know one thing... there is a space heater in ...I do know one thing... there is a space heater in the corner as you walk in the door. It is abandoned but newly painted, with freshly varnished hardwood floors. The front door has a new coat of red paint and visible street numbers, hopefully to draw in someone with life and vibrancy. The owner of the building is off to the right, walking down the sidewalk with a sign "Office/Studio for Lease." in his hand, ready to tack it to the lattice grating on the door.Judy Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081035351814381283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-31810828423969907082009-01-12T17:46:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:46:00.000-08:00built like a brick shi...Oh, I'm getting you and P...built like a brick shi...Oh, I'm getting you and Petrea all mixed up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-53321632733304985812009-01-12T16:25:00.000-08:002009-01-12T16:25:00.000-08:00I see an artist in this store front studio. I saw ...I see an artist in this store front studio. I saw this photo earlier today and pasadenaadjacent wrote before I did.<BR/><BR/>The interior is minimal with the floor painted a glossy grey. Walls are a bright white with the artist's work hanging in the long space. The art work has minimalist inluences combining primary colors and earth tones with strong linear elements. The artist is at work on a new piece and doesn't look up when the door is opened. The door is often left unlocked in anticipation of visits by fellow artists, students and collectors. <BR/><BR/>Nothing interrupts the artist's trance-like concentration.<BR/>Light filters through the frosted glass on the windows. A larger door is toward the back of the studio to be used for taking works in and out for exhibitions. Classical music is playing on the stereo - the only furnishing in the spare space except for a telephone and two chrome chairs by the bookcase which holds monographs on old and new masters with reproductions of their drawings and paintings. The atmosphere feels sacred like that in a church. <BR/><BR/>There are notes and sketches pinned to the wall near the easel that holds the current canvas and a shelf holds many jars of oils and varnishes, brushes, pencils and various drawing supplies. An open portfolio is near the entrance for visitors to view, as they know that an artist is never to be interrupted while at work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-17975543219648714902009-01-12T15:38:00.000-08:002009-01-12T15:38:00.000-08:00I'm gonna go with entertainment industry business....I'm gonna go with entertainment industry business. Maybe a boutique special effects studio. I'm guessing behind the door you'd find exposed ductwork, concrete floors, 20-something dudes, their dogs, and lots of lots of computer cords.<BR/><BR/>You can tell it's entertainment because of the clearly marked street address for food deliveries and couriers, yet no business sign.San Diego Farmgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10561103211171226430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-77035587358512037112009-01-12T13:27:00.000-08:002009-01-12T13:27:00.000-08:00An artist' living in a store front studio. You'd b...An artist' living in a store front studio. You'd be met by a cat. Probably a tabby.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-21815894646610997442009-01-12T10:50:00.000-08:002009-01-12T10:50:00.000-08:00I love all the lines in this picture! I probably ...I love all the lines in this picture! I probably shouldn't have read the all the comments before commenting, because now I can't get the newspaper office idea out of my head...so I'll just second that idea...Thursday Girl/Hollis the Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18008838944068809093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-49866691952339180292009-01-12T08:22:00.000-08:002009-01-12T08:22:00.000-08:00Behind the door is the closed office of the Daily ...Behind the door is the closed office of the Daily Planet, put out of business by the South Pasadena Review. There's a counter by the front door and behind it several empty desks, each with a dusty Royal typewriter. Along one wall is a private office with windows that look out over the news room. That was the office of Igor Horeschevsky, the final editor who wrote the paper's obituary. In the back of the building, barely visible from the front counter, is an old printing press. A few copies of the final edition, dated September 25, 1964, are laying on the front counter.dbdubyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08462665006132459258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-65815242387498380862009-01-12T08:15:00.001-08:002009-01-12T08:15:00.001-08:00Newly opened jewelry store. No bars on windows ye...Newly opened jewelry store. No bars on windows yet. No sign. About to be robbed. Jeweler on site who can repair, enlarge, decrease size of any ring. Display of fine jewelry. Tempting. But these are tough times. Must not linger. Lucky to escape before robbers arrive.Dixie Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01591688785324214877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-35143244933635918632009-01-12T08:15:00.000-08:002009-01-12T08:15:00.000-08:00all I can see are the wonderful geometrics - squar...all I can see are the wonderful geometrics - squares and rectangles and lines and angles... And red at the center of this universe, as it should be. I guess I was born to be a set designer, not a screenwriter.Knoxville Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528055515741187585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-54544521190499336532009-01-12T07:46:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:46:00.000-08:00Pan of empty room...Sound of woman sobbing...Zoom ...Pan of empty room...<BR/><BR/>Sound of woman sobbing...<BR/><BR/>Zoom in on distraught young man holding a clipboard and a book of color samples...<BR/><BR/>Close-up of woman's tearstained face. She reaches out to young man and says...<BR/><BR/>"But Dominic, you promised me it would be a nice BRICK red!"Yakpatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09788658793693064873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-45220090118164249382009-01-12T07:17:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:17:00.000-08:00Oops, did you guys just repaint or am I on the wro...Oops, did you guys just repaint or am I on the wrong block?<BR/><BR/>Midnight<BR/>one more night without sleepin' -<BR/>Watchin'<BR/>till the morning comes creepin'.<BR/>Green door<BR/>what's that secret you're keepin'?<BR/>There's an old piano and<BR/>they play it hot behind the<BR/>green door<BR/>Don't know what they're doin'<BR/>But they laugh a lot behind the green door.<BR/>Wish they'd let me in<BR/>So I could find out what's<BR/>behind the green door.<BR/>Knocked once<BR/>tried to tell 'em I'd been there<BR/>Door slammed<BR/>hospitality's thin there.<BR/>Wonder just what's goin' on in there.<BR/>Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smokey cloud<BR/>Behind the green door<BR/>When I said, "Joe sent me,"<BR/>Someone laughed out loud<BR/>behind the green door.<BR/>AII I want to do is join<BR/>the happy crowd behind the<BR/>green door.Mister Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18405041951237611622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-86366003650961488382009-01-12T06:38:00.000-08:002009-01-12T06:38:00.000-08:00Can you believe I'm drawing a blank? Red is my fav...Can you believe I'm drawing a blank? Red is my favorite color too. I'm a total loser today. :~P<BR/><BR/>Will keep up to see what others have to say. Looking forward to Yak's take on this one.Judy Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081035351814381283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-63391063328271939912009-01-12T06:36:00.000-08:002009-01-12T06:36:00.000-08:00It looks too bright and cheery to have anything da...It looks too bright and cheery to have anything dastardly going on behind that door... but then again!Halcyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02729819462354019534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-49846589492851117282009-01-12T05:59:00.000-08:002009-01-12T05:59:00.000-08:00Too tired to play (it's Monday night — as Garfield...Too tired to play (it's Monday night — as Garfield says "I hate Mondays"), but I do love that bright red door!Hildahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03572824685124656116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-88483275121756832822009-01-12T05:48:00.000-08:002009-01-12T05:48:00.000-08:00A: Can I hep you, suh?B: Is this 1908 Meridian?A: ...A: Can I hep you, suh?<BR/><BR/>B: Is this 1908 Meridian?<BR/><BR/>A: Nah suh, that'd be across the street. <BR/><BR/>B: You got a printing press, I see.<BR/><BR/>A: That don't mean it's 1908.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com