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Where Blue Meets Green There are times when going back in time perpetuates the future; perhaps one concept that progressives and conservatives might agree on. Now and then. New Year’s Day, Laguna Beach will become the first city in California to be ringed by blue and green belts. A line only on a [...]
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Can Gentrification and Preservation Co-exist? I spent a recent afternoon in Venice Beach. Haven’t been there in years and much seems to have changed. Muscle Beach’s circus performers and bikini-clad roller skaters are still around. But the entire town, particularly the Abbott-Kinney shopping district, which is comparable to our downtown, has gentrified into an [...]
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s long as the human race has created art there have been patrons of the arts. From the first patrons of feudal Japan to the Medici of Florence or the Warburgs and Guggenheims of New York, certain families are ubiquitous and generous. Laguna is no exception.
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In Search of Wall Space At Zinc’s the other day, I noticed a display of elegant prints by Sheryl Seltzer, the most recent of their continuing showcase for local artists. Earlier this year, she displayed at Zinc in Corona del Mar. Seltzer is a painter who has spent recent years perfecting the fine art of [...]
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Now Versus Then Laguna they say was founded as an arts colony, but surely the surf drew the boarders from the first. Between the two, the town evolved into a tourist destination. A week-end respite. A safe haven for families. Some like to think of the town as a village, although in a pretty book, [...]
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Mother Knows Best By Randy Kraft I grew up in New York and spent most of my Saturday afternoons at the Metropolitan Museum or at elegant uptown galleries. If it was free, we were there. My mother was an immigrant, determined to expose her only daughter to what she believed mattered most. She pinched [...]
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By Randy Kraft, Special to the Independent Ah, summer reading. A holdover from school days. The delight of burying your face in a book while surreptitiously surveying bodies on the beach. I love that moment at day’s end when I plop in my sand chair and read until sun sets. It goes with the season, [...]
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