I got on to my computer this morning to find no less than a dozen emails telling me about a photo exhibition by Charlie Evans Jr. that just opened at the Earl McGrath Gallery in Los Angeles. When he's not producing movies, Charlie takes exceptional photographs. His Burning Man shots look like 70mm frame captures from a movie Fellini would be shooting if he were in his prime today. From what I'm hearing, Charlie has imbued his mannequins with a surreal, life-like presence--something I could have used his help with in regard to a former girlfriend.
Apparently Robert Evans was in evidence, which got me to thinking about what makes a great movie producer. It's probably the ability to serve a really effective cross-complaint.
I also missed out on a cello concert given by Daniel Rothmuller with Bernadene Blaha at the Alfred Newman Recital Hall. Los Angeles is the new Prague.
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