August 30, 1987 |
I'm not sure, but I think I love Hollywood. Not today's Hollywood, where films are made on location, stars are made in executive suites and drug deals are made at the corner of Sunset and Vine. The old one, the one where back lots were truly out back, starlets were truly budding, publicists were truly press agents (how ya doin') and parties were truly fun. I'm hesitant to admit it, but that's also why I'm a Sean Penn fan. To me, he is what Hollywood used to be.
August 3, 1986 |
It was a rare day of gray skies at Venice Beach. Beside the Boardwalk, a man was giving a virtuoso performance of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" on wine glasses filled with varying amounts of water. As his moistened hands slid over the rims, he cast an anxious glance upward; even a light drizzle would destroy his fine-tuning. Skateboarders whizzed up a ramp toward the lowering clouds. Roller skaters serpented down a slalom course.