May 3, 2013 |
Some homeowners might consider a 20-foot Ficus nitida rooted in the middle of a 5,400-square-foot lot to be a liability, especially when planning a major remodel. But architect Carlos Zubieta isn't one of those people. The two-story glass addition that he completed with his wife, Tatiana Barhar, also a designer, practically embraces the towering tree, transforming a 650-square-foot Venice cottage into a fresh, contemporary family residence centered on the ficus they spent years nursing to health.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
November 15, 1987 |
It must seem like a fairy tale come true to Lupe Smith and the Culver City Historical Society. They are being rescued from their cramped office in the city yard . . . by a witch. Well, a pretend witch and her real-life pointy-roofed storybook chalet. Doris Green and her husband, Martin, have offered the famed Witch's Cottage in Beverly Hills to the historical society if it can find a piece of land to put it on, said Smith, the society's president.
January 15, 1995 |
On Tuesday, a year after Omer Scarpidis, 57, and his wife, Ilona, 45, rode their Studio City house down a hill as it slid off its foundations, they will break ground on a new home. That the Scarpidises and Ilona's father, Carl Busmans, were able to escape the wreckage is considered nothing short of miraculous. Six months before the quake, the couple had taken out a policy on the house that insured full replacement value in the event of a temblor.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
November 28, 1985 |
"In the old house we always made a big to-do," Ima Jeane Lawrence said of her family's Thanksgiving holiday. "We'd have a lot of friends in all the time." The 68-year-old widow was standing on the sidewalk of Don Jose Drive in Baldwin Hills with her son, Vincent Hollier, next to what had been the "old house." It was one of 48 destroyed in a July 2 arson-caused fire that also damaged 18 other homes. Another six homes were damaged in a second fire Oct. 3.
April 30, 1989 |
I used to think I knew a few things. Always managed to earn a good living for my family. Sometimes I even finish a crossword puzzle, providing it isn't too hard. Along the way, a man has to get accustomed to accepting constructive criticism--from fellow workers, superiors and customers. Keeps you from getting too self-satisfied. But certain things have been happening lately that make me wonder if perhaps I shouldn't have tried a career other than business. Not long ago, I was engaged in the many transactions that accompany buying and moving into a new house.
October 14, 1987 |
Rookie forward Ken Norman of the Clippers could just as easily have been a drug addict or a criminal as a pro basketball player. The kids in Norman's old neighborhood on Chicago's tough West Side are as likely to look up to the pimps and drug dealers who roam the area as they are to Michael Jordan of the Chicago Bulls. Many areas of the West Side of Chicago look like a war zone, with a murder rate to match. Bad Bad Leroy Brown would get mugged there.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
June 15, 1999 |
After 25 years of living next door to heaps of trash, human waste and an eccentric college professor, Beverly Goulette hopes her new neighbor will be "normal." Goulette's neighbor has been Cal State Long Beach professor Elena Zagustin, who has survived numerous attempts to force her out of her home in the stylish Huntington Harbour waterfront community. That may be about to change. Zagustin's house will go on the auction block Thursday at a 10 a.m.
HOME & GARDEN
June 25, 2011 |
Men feel nothing on their face — crumbs, cream cheese, small crustaceans. We have no feeling there, due to years of shaving and getting wind-whipped while ice fishing. Or, the urban equivalent, beaten up by cocktail waitresses. In any case, men's faces have no functional nerve endings. Ever seen a dude eat a barbecue rib? Men apply barbecue sauce externally, as if exfoliating. Slathering food over ourselves makes us happy, in ways you can trace to the quivery, most feathery parts of the male chromosome.
March 5, 1987 |
If you ask a friend whether he's sold his car or truck, you usually get a simple, one-word answer, either "yes" or "no." But ask another friend if she's sold her house, and you'll hear vague, seemingly non-responsive phrases, such as: "My house is in escrow," "I just opened escrow," or "We expect escrow to close soon." If you've never been through an escrow, you probably don't know what your friend is talking about. What is escrow anyway? And why do we need it?
September 2, 2008 |
The dregs of Hurricane Gustav are beating down on my parents' house tonight. I am alone here, a sweating, stinking, exhausted reporter wearing a pair of damp socks. My parents are among the hundreds of thousands of South Louisianians who are somewhere other than home, wondering once again about what, if anything, they have to come home to. What I have discovered, knock on wood and pray the levees hold, is that their new house -- the one they bought after Katrina -- is OK. Up on the expensive high ground, it is full of handsome antiques that replaced the family heirlooms that disintegrated in the stagnant water three years ago. My parents evacuated Saturday and are safe with friends in Florida, eating well, drinking wine, watching 24-hour news on TV. They are more comfortable than the legions of poor who spent last weekend in shelters scattered across the country.