I admit. In my wreckless college years @ Boston University I was an LA hater. Just like most born and raised on the East Coast. For some reason the East Coast feels an almost divine right to rag on the West. I was one of those guys who loved to point out that LA 'doesn't make sense!' How can a place have the same weather (no matter how splendid) all year round? If you don't have the 4 seasons it's not real. Right? Wrong. Almost 12 years ago the Fates decided to mess with my east cost ideals big time. An incredible wedding at Union Station (where I also watched Derek Jeter make the greatest play of all time), the smell of Eucalyptus & orange trees from Venice to the Hollywood HIlls, taco trucks, burger stands &...Osteria Angelini gave me reason enough to see LA for what it is really worth. A colorful town full of more culture & diversity than most cities; a city of risk takers, movers & shakers; and a city oozing with creative energy around every corner; ocean, desert & mountains; gorgeous canyon roads and vistas as far as the eye can see. Sometimes even now 12 years later when I stop along a ridge in Runyon Canyon to take on 180 degree views from Downtown to Catalina or when I show hillside properties in the twilight hours with similar views I pinch myself. I see before me the very reason why it's called "The City of Angels." I was clueless. No other way to put it. I now realize that my opinions were reinforced by a useless bandwagon effect. Besides how can I ever berate the city that wedded me to my wife & gave us our daughter?!? Ok, Ok I sing a different tune In rush hour traffic on the 405 :) In my 10th year as a realtor right in the heart of Sunset Plaza, after helping countless clients relocate from the East Coast, I can accurately say that the 2 coasts are more dependent on one another than they would like to admit. Our relationship spreads the gamut of finance, fashion, food, entertainment, education, recreation & tourism. Just think about how many people consider themselves "bi-coastal."
In my 10th year as a realtor in this city I may not be able to write as passionately and as fervently about Los Angeles & its architectural movement as Esther McCoy did; and I may not be able to depict it as colorfully as Ruscha or capture it as Richard Schulman did in his illustrious photographs but I promise to help you buy, sell & discover LA one neighborhood at a time without "jumbling" the message.
All the best-
Esther McCoy (Horatio, Arkansas, November 18, 1904–December 30, 1989) was an American author and architectural historian who was instrumental in bringing the modern architecture of California to the attention of the world.
In 1932 McCoy was diagnosed with pneumonia and headed West for Los Angeles to recover. She purchased in a bungalow in the Ocean Park section of Santa Monica in the late 1930s, where she lived for the remainder of her life, although she traveled widely. During World War II, McCoy worked as a draftsman for R.M. Schindler after being discouraged from applying to USC's architecture school due to her age and sex. After a long and varied writing and teaching career, she died in December 1989.