


One of the mysteries of Los Angeles is how a city that produces so many films and stories about the entire world, indeed the universe, and creates a celluloid reality of such manifold visual imagination and wonder…… is so aesthetically ugly. Citizens here truly put up with an enormous amount of grossness in our midst and seem to accept that we cannot build anything better.
Mike Ramon, a friend of mine from Flickr, recently visited Brazil and captured some remarkable images of a place called Paraty. He wrote, “If you ever get a chance, you should visit. It’s a 3 1/2 hour drive from Rio. It’s an old fishing village in the jungle on the sea.” Mr. Ramon’s photos’ show a dignified place where grace and elegance are in evidence. It is no doubt a poor area, one that hasn’t even a tenth of the wealth of Los Angeles.
Yet who can look at the images of Paraty and not feel joy? What pleasures are there in the hideous monstrosity at the corner of Kester and Victory? Which country is rich and which is poor? What are we Americans working so hard for if the end results are the deformed and degraded mini-malls of Van Nuys and other places?