I was able to snap a few shots of things I very rarely see here -- like a huge sculpture of a ballerina with the head of a sad clown.
This was the view from my seat at the breakfast table. The breakfast food was not very good.
Other typically non-Pasadenan sights: 1) beach parking, 2) a skull and crossbones up a flagpole and 3) an extempore political message.
The next Mixed Meters post will originate from a place quite a bit west of Venice. Expect more beach pictures and considerably fewer of genderfuck public sculpture.Emmet Kelly Tags: Venice California. . . sculpture. . . genderfuck
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Hmmmm? Aloha? That Borofsky used to kick its leg out, but the machinery gave up the ghost.
I had no idea who the sculptor is, so thanks Peter. In fact I can't remember for sure if I've ever seen him\her in person - or whether the multiple pictures I've seen over the years have formally replaced the actual experience in my brain.
As I was standing on the corner photographing a woman walked up and kept telling me "There's a Claus Ogdenberg down the street."
I knew who she was talking about but I didn't correct her because all I really wanted was for her to go away.
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