My Father’s Pictures on 3819 2008

by John OBrien | ˜ 4 Comments »

As enamored of the arts as I was when I was a teenager, like most of same, I sought the things I was interested in outside the home. It’s too bad, because I missed out on what should have been more of a source of inspiration to me. Ken O’Brien, my dad.

The Venice Painters on 378 2008

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When I was twelve or thirteen, a young couple moved in across the street. They were Max Hendler and Arlene Goldberg, and they were part of a loose group of painters who lived and worked in Venice during the sixties.

Claire Horner on 363 2008

by John OBrien | ˜ 22 Comments »

I met a lot of peculiar and interesting people at Venice West Café — none more interesting (or more peculiar) than poet Claire Horner. He read at VWC alongside people like Bukowski and Taylor Meade, and peddled mimeographed “books” of his poetry with names like “Please don’t step on the Bacon”.

Graffiti Induces Colorblindness on 3527 2008

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I should probably publish this discovery in Nature or some other peer reviewed journal. But what a hassle, so here goes: Graffiti is visible only in black or white. Yes, people often appear to see red when their homes and workplaces are bombed, but that’s only further proof that despite what you think you see, there is no gray area where graffiti’s concerned, let alone color.

The Venice West Cafe on 3527 2008

by John OBrien | ˜ 6 Comments »

In 1965, when I was fifteen, I started hanging around the Venice West Cafe, a dank little hole in the wall with wooden benches and tables. Of course they served espresso. And the place was always full of (to me at that age) coolly romantic hipsters, complete with shades, turtlenecks — yeah, even berets.

The Fastest Walls in the West on 3526 2008

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Wake up and smell the Krylon! Actually, I don’t recommend it, though I often do it. Not because I’m into huffing paint, mind you, but because I often roll directly out of the wrapper and up the local bike path past the public graffiti walls at the Venice Beach “Pits.”

Post Modern Business on 3525 2008

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Circa 19TK

The post modern aspects of this small Abbot Kinney office appear to be an after-the-fact addition, “appear” being the operative word here.

1310 Abbot Kinney Blvd
Venice, California

Turf and Clapboard on 3525 2008

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Circa 19TK

This two-story clapboard house is distinguished by its Astroturf fence.

Rialto Ave
Venice, California

Ted Hawkins on 3525 2008

by John OBrien | ˜ 25 Comments »

Ted Hawkins had one of the richest, purest, most powerful voices I’ve ever heard. He was a fixture on the boardwalk scene and typified the best of Venice art and music. He performed for the high and mighty, and the lowly and poor. He broke hearts and illuminated minds.

Ray Flores on 3525 2008

by doglord | ˜ 7 Comments »

New board gallery and shop for this peripatetic original Z-boy, Ray Flores. The surf and skateboard gallery and shop includes Flores’ collection of rare, original Zephyr surfboards and photos of Tony Alva shredding in backyard pools. It’s a must-visit for anyone interested in the history of the guys who put Dogtown on the map.

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