Ace Hotel

Harold Lloyd isn’t trying to stop time in this famous scene from the 1923 silent comedy, Safety Last. The reason he’s hanging from this clocktower involves a convoluted tale of trying to make good in the big city, impress the true love he left back in Smalltown and make a quick bundle by scaling a 12-story building so that the fictional DeVore Department Store on the ground floor can generate some buzz and ideally move the merch — all that Horatio Alger stuff that doesn’t really change quite as much as it stays the same. The minute hand Harold’s holding onto over Broadway belongs to what is now the Sparkle Factory, owned by our good friend Tarina Tarantino, and stands across the street from the future Ace Hotel Downtown Los Angeles. The marquee you see in Harry’s background is for the former Majestic Theatre. By all accounts, it lived up to its name until it was demolished in 1933. While it’s too bad the Majestic couldn’t make it to the present in its physical form, we’re glad Harold’s literal take on social climbing managed to stop the clock and preserve its memory forever.

Harold Lloyd isn’t trying to stop time in this famous scene from the 1923 silent comedy, Safety Last. The reason he’s hanging from this clocktower involves a convoluted tale of trying to make good in the big city, impress the true love he left back in Smalltown and make a quick bundle by scaling a 12-story building so that the fictional DeVore Department Store on the ground floor can generate some buzz and ideally move the merch — all that Horatio Alger stuff that doesn’t really change quite as much as it stays the same. The minute hand Harold’s holding onto over Broadway belongs to what is now the Sparkle Factory, owned by our good friend Tarina Tarantino, and stands across the street from the future Ace Hotel Downtown Los Angeles. The marquee you see in Harry’s background is for the former Majestic Theatre. By all accounts, it lived up to its name until it was demolished in 1933. While it’s too bad the Majestic couldn’t make it to the present in its physical form, we’re glad Harold’s literal take on social climbing managed to stop the clock and preserve its memory forever.


PART III : LINDA GERARD & DJ DAY

Dear faithful readers — if you know us and love us at all then you know who Linda Gerard is. And you know that we love her beyond reason. And you know that she is currently facing off with the asshole named cancer — and we’re hoping everyone can chip in to help her out. Coin, vibes and kind words all matter.

Above, you’ll see Linda’s brief chat with Andrew Andrew during Desert Gold 2010 — the fifth edition is fast approaching this month. And below is part three of Linda’s interview with DJ Day — you can grab Linda’s Sissy Bingo t-shirt and her latest record, a compilation of greatest hits, Fabulous Selections, on our shop — all proceeds go to Linda’s Kick Cancer’s Ass Fund.

Read on for more from this right-on woman — you can also catch up on parts one and two while you’re at it. Light a candle, sing a show tune and dress everyday as though for paradise, in her honor.

Next up in our interview series: Ira Glass!

Can we talk about Funny Girl?

Well what happened with Funny Girl — I was with William Morris, and the pianist for Funny Girl was a guy named Peter Daniels. Peter Daniels was my accompanist. He was also Barbra Streisand’s accompanist and Lainie Kazan’s. He worked for all three of us and when Funny Girl opened, I went to opening night with my husband at the time, and I remember nudging him and saying, “It’s going to be me up there someday.” I knew that role was written for me.

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Have you ever wondered what an EGOT is? Marvin Hamlisch was one. In his time on earth, he won an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar and a Tony, not to mention a Pulitzer and two Golden Globes. We lost him to the other side this week — an enormous talent in American Broadway and film scores who will be greatly missed. We dim our marquee lights a moment in his honor, and offer this short clip of him mischievously canoodling with Carly Simon.


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