Cockroaches, gruesome suicides, dead men in polka dots--now we're talkin' noir! Great memories,
ethereal,
boomer,
unihikid,
gs. I wish I'd had a chance to live in L.A. then. Well, I do tend to romanticize it...not the palmiest (pun intended) of L.A. days, I suppose, but redolent of a quality of light and architecture and faded glamour that pictures of the Carnation Building symbolized for me, growing up 2000 miles away.
boomer: I can only imagine the shock to the family of that
Long Beach Independent article, especially considering the times. I hope somebody such as the studio publicist (like the one played by Jack Carson in the 1954
A Star is Born) quashed it in the L.A. papers. Betty's explanation that her husband often "acted out" his plays... hmmmmmm.
More Ehler's for
sopas--not the palmiest or tailfin'iest days for cars either, but at least there's an Eldorado in one shot:
Plus a few more Olde Wilshire:
And a little wood:
All pics above: Anne Laskey/
LAPL