La La Land: Part two
As street artist HUSH hits the loco land of LA for his first solo show Stateside, King Adz joins him to document the ride.
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Last night we went to the pure horror show that is simply known as 'Hooters'. Our only excuse is that we needed to eat... badly. And as the the UK-US time difference was still doing its best to drain our brains, we sauntered mindlessly into the first place we could find.
Big mistake. After eating the worst dog-shit meal ever and stomaching the over-the-top corporate flirting that the waitresses are required to do every 5 seconds or so, we left and stepped it up a gear by hanging out at the Roosevelt Hotel’s pool bar.
HUSH holding a portrait of us both
This is the place featured in Hockney's 'Splash' painting' — an oasis of excess where LA rich kids cavort with movie execs around the pool on large soft sofas. A girl came to the bar and asked if she could remove her top and jump in the pool. The barman said he didn't have a problem with that but the hotel security might and would probably ask her to leave — the ultimate social faux pas, seeing as you have to be there to be seen. But it was all just typical LA bravado; more about the idea of the act and not the act itself. The girl walked off, kept her clothes on and stayed dry.
A local tranny
Bing! Fast-forward to 4:45am and HUSH and I are both wide-awake. Pumped to get going we decide to be virtuous and walk down to Hollywood. Again, big mistake. No fucker walks anywhere in LA, not unless they're off their heads or just common-or-garden crazy, or maybe both. We schlep for what seems like a million miles towards what we assume is the promise of coffee and arrive somewhere south of civilisation just as the sun is rising over the palm trees. Aside from us, some homeless folk and assorted trannies, the rest of LA is starting their day in their SUVs.
HUSH at work creating the massive piece
I spend the day shooting HUSH creating a MASSIVE 20 X 16 foot mural as the centre piece of his show (all will be revealed on Thursday). Later that day we decide to get a taste of Hollywood from the inside, and hook up with my uncle who is a Hollywood Action DOP and drag him off to the Roosevelt, which is now our local. The three of us sit by the pool talking movies and art, keeping one eye on the pool just in case someone walks the walk and jumps in naked. No-one does. But just the promise that someone might is a good enough end to a day in LA.
Tune in tomorrow for the next installment.
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