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Their own little MOCA

A Brentwood couple is so serious about art that they have turned their expansive home into a gallery. They love to show it off -- just don't forget your rubber-soled shoes.

March 25, 2004|Susan Freudenheim | Special to The Times

Cliff and Mandy Einstein are the kind of couple you can't imagine apart. They finish each other's sentences. They savor the same coffees and wines. They treat each other with great affection and yet are quick to quibble over a forgotten fact in the stories they love to tell.

Married 42 years, they're the definition of how a relationship can grow within the aura of stability. They've lived on the same Brentwood cul-de-sac since 1970, raising their two children in the Modernist house they share today. That home, built for them by Ron Goldman of Goldman-Firth Architects, was once a more modest family residence with a tennis court in the back. Today, thanks again to Goldman's design work, it is vastly expanded. The court is gone and every nook and cranny of the nearly 8,000-square-foot house has been taken over by art.

Big art. Daring art by a vast array of contemporary names, some well known, others emerging. The stuff of museums, not private homes. And the Einsteins love it -- one might even say they live for it. They gladly open their doors to share their collection with others; they obsess about the works' installation, lighting and placement. And it is this common focus that makes the pair seem so in sync. Nothing about collecting art is "his thing" or "hers." It's all about the intellectual and aesthetic challenges of owning and sharing precious objects. So inevitably, in this manicured and personal setting, those objects begin to tell a story about the Einsteins themselves.

The Einsteins are studied but not stagy, fit and a bit fancy, yet in an understated L.A. style. They're also thoughtful. Responding to questions about their art and life, they both pause before speaking, answering questions with a deliberate seriousness. They don't work directly in the entertainment industry, but they were raised in it.

Cliff is a creative director turned chairman of the large advertising firm Dailey & Associates, which represents multiple big-name clients -- among them Ford Motor Co., Safeway Inc. and Australia's tourist industry. He is also part of a successful family of actors. His father, Harry Einstein, was a much-loved vaudeville radio comedian known as Parkyakarkus. His younger brothers -- actor-director Albert Brooks and Bob Einstein (also known as Super Dave Osborne) -- have made their names in comedy. Mandy was a nationally ranked tennis player as a child; her father was a musician who played on recordings with Tennessee Ernie Ford, among others, and later was a musical contractor for comedy variety shows. Both their mothers are living; Cliff's mother, an actress and singer in the 1930s, was famously portrayed by Debbie Reynolds in Brooks' film "Mother."

Despite these genes, if Cliff cracks a joke, it's a dry one, deliberate and understated. And Mandy, clearly a decisive force in the marriage, is happy to play Cliff's "straight man." You'd think he was the serious brother, although he started his career as a stand-up comedian before moving to advertising. He says he has learned a great deal from his own creative work, as well as that of his family. Mandy has appeared in commercials, most notably as the "Tang Lady," for the orange drink.

"My father told me when I was a young kid, 'You always want to leave an audience hungry,' " Cliff says. It is a mantra that he keeps in mind not only in his work, but also in the way that the pair approaches the installation of each new piece of art -- always considering how it will best arouse a viewer's curiosity.

"I think every work of art, more than anything else, celebrates good decisions," Cliff says. "Sometimes early in the morning, I look around and say, 'Wow, this is good.' And then I want to examine what makes it all look so good, because I want to carry that into my day."

It's obvious from what you see in their home, which is nestled below the Getty Center, that Cliff and Mandy are adventurous, willing to push themselves to take chances. Prominently placed in the more than 130-piece collection is a naked female figure by the New York-based feminist sculptor Kiki Smith. The figure is of a standing woman crafted from wax, appearing simultaneously fragile and hefty. She is shown mid-stride yet slightly bent, suggesting a pain that could be either physical or psychological, and flowing from her genitals is a trail of red beads -- a glowing cord that reminds us of her monthly cycle, the private ordeal that defines femininity. This work provokes the kind of memorable surprise that makes the collection so distinctive.

"We weren't sure how people would react to it," Mandy says of their decision to buy Smith's piece, titled "Train," soon after it was made in 1993. "And yet people walk up to it and say, 'Oh, this is beautiful.' "

"She took something really beautiful and rephrased it," Cliff adds. "Using beads -- jewelry -- to illustrate the menstrual flow. We said, 'I'm not supposed to be thinking about that in public, but that's really interesting.' "

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