What the Hell Has Happened to Santa Monica?


The Empty Spaces


Large expanses of asphalt and black tar bake in sun day after day. These are the parking lots behind retail stores, many untenanted, forgotten and forlorn on the west side of Halbrent,north of Erwin, east of Sepulveda.

This area is chiefly known for two businesses: The Barn, a six-decade-old, red-sided furniture store and Star Restaurant Equipment & Supply advertised for 12 hours every weekend on KNX-1070 by radio fillibusteress Melinda Lee.

The Barn uses its parking lot to store trucks. But next door to the north, lot after lot is empty.

I came here this morning with a camera, lens cap off, a provocative act in the bracero’s hood. In the shadows, undocumented workers hide behind doorways and look away when I aim my digital weapon at asphalt.  I mean the Mexicans no harm or ill will.

Blithely walking and lightly thinking, daydreaming, I forgot that I have no business here amidst the enormity of emptiness and unproductivity.

I’m looking for a story, for an angle, for a job.

So many are out of work and so much can be done to employ mind and muscle and money.

There is such a wealth and a waste of land in Los Angeles, and America in general. Imagine what Tokyo or Bangkok would do with all these unused acres!

These empty spaces are within a five-minute walk from public transportation, Costco, LA Fitness, CVS and Staples as well as two grammar schools, three banks and an Asian supermarket.

This is a walkable place.

A well-financed visionary could build a low-rise, dense, green, urban farm upon these entombed soils, plant Oak trees, create a little garden with fresh fruits and vegetables, oranges, lemons, and asparagus.

This is a place of potential.

An architect could design some functional and modern attached houses, artfully shading them with native trees.

But for now, the parking lots suffer in silence; waiting for the day that California fires up its economy, wakes up from its long slumber and pushes progress.

OSH Appliance Department Closing.


About a year ago, when Americans imagined the economy was rebounding, Orchard Supply Hardware (OSH) on Sepulveda (and in other locations) opened an appliance department where $1200 washing machines and $1500 refrigerators would allegedly be snapped up by those cash rich Van Nuys residents whose homes had lost 50% of their value. Chirpy long haired dudes were hired to push the appliances on hair tinted matrons.  It was an experiment in marketing and selling expensive and big-ticket items.

Now the department is closing.

Which is not surprising considering that on any weekday, there are middle-aged men and women, in their prime working years, walking around the aisles of OSH; men and women who should be earning salaries , but instead, spend their day caulking their sinks and fixing their toilet flush mechanisms.

OSH is a good place, a much friendlier and much easier place to shop than the dust filled Home Depot with its armies of illegals climbing the fences. The staff is helpful and the layout is easily navigable.

But no company is an island. OSH cannot sell what people cannot afford to buy in a neighborhood where even a broom is considered a luxury item.

And to paraphrase Lincoln,  we are engaged in a great economic civil war, testing whether this nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. And I believe this nation cannot endure, permanently 90% poor and 10% rich.

14723 Victory Blvd.


K.A. Perfume Paris 14723 Victory Bl.

K.A. Perfume Paris
14723 Victory Bl.
Van Nuys, CA 91411

Reseda and Sherman Way/Late 1950s.


Reseda and Sherman Way/Late 1950s/ Photo Credit: Valley Relics on FB

The Opulent Era: R.I.P.


Joan’s on Third, originally uploaded by ann-dabney.

I ate lunch at Joan’s on Third today, a place that I consider a really excellent food emporium, redolent of New York, with opulent sandwiches, delicious desserts, gorgeous women and so many cupcakes.

But on a walk, after lunch, we passed store after store that was going out of business, or had everything on sale. Many businesses had closed, and you could smell the death of so many small stores that once thrived on this most trivial and fashionable of streets.

Only yesterday, it seems, there were people who shopped here that could afford $80 candles and fine china for their dogs. This was the district with the slickest independent clothing designers, the hippest furniture, the coolest shoes.

Privately, I thought of this area as a staging grounds for post-collegiate poseurs and those young people whose parents paid for their apartments, and subsidized the BMWs that are so ubiquitous here.
The sidewalks were full of those prematurely cynical and dark haired people, from Scarsdale, Bethesda, Winnetka and Short Hills, the young writers and liberal arts majors who “work” in entertainment or some other bloodsucking non-entity. They were part of the clientele who supported these inane but once successful businesses: purveyors of balloons, flowers, perfumes, candles, and glass paper weights.

It was fun, wasn’t it, to drop $200 on professional hair color and $100 for a salt scrub body massage? How many $8 chocolate bars did you buy today? This was the ethos of 3rd Street.

But The Market has lost 50% of its value in one year, and the smart minds who got into the right places, like Wall Street and real estate, have been brought down by the collapse of prosperity. Some of the successful earners in the evil industries supported the artsy ambitions of the lowly paid creatives and now the green water spigot is dry.

I am not one of those positive people, who believe that we will merely stimulate a military based economy whose characteristics are so corrupt and unjust that it defies rationalization. We are attempting a government bailout of every single institution that once seemed solid and powerful: finance, banking,automobiles, property values and government itself. The nation that partied and celebrated itself into a drunken indebtedness is still intoxicated on denial.

People are watching their money, the same people who dropped into Brite Smile to have their teeth whitened for $800; the same folks who stayed at the Beverly Wilshire one night just for the hell of it; the Jimmy Choo crowd who thought $500 was reasonable for a pair of shoes. They are all scared shitless.

Want to see something very frightening?

Just take a walk down once cheery 3rd Street, where the credit cards and cash have blown away like so much garbage on skid row. The stores are closing, and may be gone for a generation.