Saw this joint, The Starlet, just a stone's throw from the Warner Bros. lot and just fell in love. Furnished apartments, but also (according to the neon sign) there's a POOL, and if the illustration is to be believed, random buxom starlets on the premises. In the deep background there are a gang of DC Comics and WB toon characters (Batman, Daffy Duck, Superman, Tweety Bird) exploding out of the side of Stage 3. If this image doesn't scream Burbank, nothing does.
Had a meeting this morning in the fabled WB Writer's Building, former home to such luminaries as William Faulkner, Lillian Hellman, John Huston, Irwin Allen and Clint Eastwood. I'll admit; I was geeking out quite a bit about being in the same place where Faulkner toiled many decades ago, especially after visiting his modest quarters in New Orleans just a few weeks back. So yeah... I'm totally stalking Faulkner on this trip.
Also couldn't but help think of the Faulkner-inspired W.P. Mayhew from Barton Fink. "I'll show you the life of the mind..."
Hope you're all staying cool and starlet-like, wherever you are.
3 comments:
Sadly my starlet-like has fast become diva-like. But we're cool nonetheless. Always cool. We're hip, dude. But I fear that if I stop moving for any length of time i will be rhinestoned and sewn into a costume. EVERYTHING else in this house has met with such a dastardly fate. And of all the ways to die, burnt to death with sparkly gemstones is probably the third lamest way to go.
The Warner lot is my favorite for those great writers' bungalows. Hope your meeting went well...
Sometimes it gets so hot down here, you could crawl right out of your skin. Glad you enjoyed your time under the hot lights of LA. It sounds like a good mix of madness and mellow.
Enjoy Frisco more than Charlie likely will.
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