Hollywood Boulevard
Even just the name conjures images of stardom and fame. Of the Academy. Of movie stars. Of the glamor of the thirties and forties and fifties -- Bogart, Bacall, Kelly, Astaire.
My first exposure to the idea of Hollywood came in reruns of I Love Lucy, when the Ricardos and Mertzes trekked across country so that Ricky could do a movie. It was in those shows I learned of the Brown Derby. Of moviemaking and the studios.
Decades later, when I moved to LA my eyes were admittedly a little starry, and my ambitions certainly so. But reality set in and despite a continuing but tenuous connection to movie and tv production, I have learned to live with tempered dreams. In a way this shot represents that for me: bright and glaring, with a little bit of false glitz.
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