It is in the olde Capitol Records Bldg (great Art Deco) where some superb David Bowie and other photo exhibits have been hung over the last two years. Too, David Stone’s gallery—A Year in L.A. and Another Year in L.A.—is in teh same building and everything there, despite the tight space, is very well done.

I plan on popping in for the event, as I lived north of Los Feliz Blvd. (at Richland) when that fire attempted to come over the hill. The Monday night it occurred was one whereby I were delivered home via newsvan. Had I opted to go home via bus, I would have had to walk up the hill from Riverside. Instead, I were dropped off in the midst of a shower of sparks and embers, and then the photographer driving decided to try and get some close-ups. His van died, and the LAFD trucks were preparing to push the van off the cliff (as it blocked their escape from the suddenly shifting inferno) and he as well as one of his interns narrowly escaped death.
I was unaware at the time of the near fatal fate of my colleagues. I was filming the fire as it attempted to breach the hill. A few hours later, after ignoring LAPD cops knocking at the front and back doors of our residence (we were in the mandatory evacuation zone), I wandered out onto the empty boulevard. I spent not too many minutes out there upon hearing the packs of coyotes communicating, and seeing three of them trotting too confidently toward me from Commonwealth.
A day later, I read about LAPD detective Will Beall watching coyotes drink from the Mulholland Fountain down the way.

I have to admit, however, that after the crap I have endured personally from the DNC2K, 9/11 and the Republican Con in NYC 2004, I elected to watch TV with the windows closed, the sound down and the doors secured while cops and fire roamed my former nabe, and so I know little other than what Tom LaBonge (whose bloated columns I had to edit during a lengthy tenure at a Los Feliz nabe paper) made sure I knew, about the fire.

Judging from that photograph (and despite my recoiling at the way the date is set on the poster’s cover; it invokes the horror of the lower Manhattan attacks in late 2001. As I have direct experience with both these events, I am rather emotional about someone using that fashion of typography when I feel it is not warranted), I look forward to having a gander at the exhibit.