Flynt Building - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
Descripción del sitio
At the corner of Wilshire and La Cienaga stands the glass tower of Larry Flynt, from the top of which he can stare out of the world he helped create through walls of shaded sunglasses. The revolving door spins in long-legged women in various states of undress and more rounded ordinary folks, holding their jaws from gentle story. The building also houses the Consulate of the Brazilians, the irony of which Flynt no doubt finds delicious. As the water begins to fill the street and rise toward the entrance, the glint of the golden tiles of the walls outside the elevators at times glimmers in the water.
Before it, a rider on a horse.
Stage: 2
The mounted John Wayne appears to be about to leave his pedestal and wade into the water. His mode of transportation seems no less practical than the parked cars that have started to drift into the traffic, rising, floating as they are.
He is the remnant of the Great Western Savings Days as opposed to the Sad Western Decay perhaps evidenced not so much by the Flynt building itself but its terrible need for renters.
A hatch opens in the Flynt building through which travels a bejeweled and gilded matchbox boat, big enough for one publishing magnet with a driver, barely able to squeeze into the front.
Stage 3
What remains of Sodom and Gomorrah after the swift hand of the Lord closed them for business? (What happens in Gomorrah stays in Gomorrah.) Those who look back are turned to pillars of salt. And what is the fate of those who pick through the fallen rubble, encounter scraps of moldy, glossy sheets of foulest exploitation and feel a sense of nostalgia? What pillars of spice awaits their lot?
Before it, a rider on a horse.
Stage: 2
The mounted John Wayne appears to be about to leave his pedestal and wade into the water. His mode of transportation seems no less practical than the parked cars that have started to drift into the traffic, rising, floating as they are.
He is the remnant of the Great Western Savings Days as opposed to the Sad Western Decay perhaps evidenced not so much by the Flynt building itself but its terrible need for renters.
A hatch opens in the Flynt building through which travels a bejeweled and gilded matchbox boat, big enough for one publishing magnet with a driver, barely able to squeeze into the front.
Stage 3
What remains of Sodom and Gomorrah after the swift hand of the Lord closed them for business? (What happens in Gomorrah stays in Gomorrah.) Those who look back are turned to pillars of salt. And what is the fate of those who pick through the fallen rubble, encounter scraps of moldy, glossy sheets of foulest exploitation and feel a sense of nostalgia? What pillars of spice awaits their lot?