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If you ever walk your neighborhood wondering why it looks the way it does, or wonder why you never want to walk in your neighborhood at all, you may be interested in The New York Times opinion piece, “Shifting the Suburban Paradigm,” by Allison Arieff, former editor-in-chief of Dwell, and the spinoff discussion in the comments section, some of which I’ve copied below. Thank you, NYT, for going the extra mile to, as usual, moderate comments. It’s made for some incredibly layered, thoughtful reading over the last couple of days. The photo below caused much consternation and initiated a hilarious recurring subplot through the comments.

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John NYC: “Hmm. I don’t get the ZeroHouse. Is this the model with the ZeroDriveway? Or is it considered “green” to drive over flowers and mulch rather than asphalt?”

Harry San Antonio: “Way to go KB! Concept of using nonfunctional garage door as energy saving design element could really catch on.”

kk Denver, Colorado: “Speaking of houses as a part of the larger whole, the last image in the article was obscene. Here you have a massive, gaping garage door, leading to nowhere. Does KB honestly think using the same automobile focused floor plan with some plants in mulch really make their poorly made homes acceptable? How stupid are we?”

(Leaving the drivewayless garage trope, which was agreed to be a model home and temporary sales office, and moving on to more substantive concerns:)

Lawyer in Miami Beach: “The pro-single-family home arguments typically stubbornly rely on contending that this is what “Americans want.” However, the reality is that the single-family home has been heavily promoted and subsidized by government, starting with zoning (restricting uses, set backs, etc.), and heavily subsidized infrastructure (wide roads without sidewalks, highways to distant places, utilities, sewer/water lines, schools, etc.) that encourage sprawl. Americans “want it” because that’s all there is, for the most part. It is impossible to walk anywhere or ride a bike anywhere in modern suburbs, so Americans feel they “need” or “want” big cars to get around, and big driveways and garages to park them in, and so on. One must get in a car to run the simplest errand in a suburb, much less get to work. But when real walking communities with mass transit are available, many Americans choose to live there. That’s why neighborhoods such as SoHo, The Meat Packing District and Greenwich Village in NYC are so popular (i.e., expensive). Same thing with South Beach, in Miami Beach, and the nascent “urban” neighborhoods of Miami.”

Life on Mars NC: “Cost is such a huge factor in housing, and anything that doesn’t fit the currently accepted “norm” is more expensive. Everything is “luxury”, even the studio condos downtown where I live. Innovative building is typically priced out of reach for the average person. (I mean the REAL average person with an average income.) I’ve seen amazing things done with shipping containers and suggested to be used for urban infill housing (in magazines of course). When you research things like this, you find that you need an architect and designer to create something for you and most residential neigborhoods and zoning laws aren’t conducive to this kind of building, if you can find a builder who will take on the project. Banks are not likely to provide financing due to the unique nature of the project. Factoring in all of the additional costs, even this innovation is out of reach for most people. Until innovation in housing becomes truly affordable and accessable I think we’re stuck with more of the same. Builders like it because it’s familiar and easy to build, banks like it because they know it can be re-sold later, and buyers buy it because it’s what’s available. Change on that scale seems sort of like turning the Titanic with a kayak paddle.

Arky Tect, Wake Forest, NC: “Ms. Arieff is dead on with her comments about the state of the industry, the lack of innovative thinking, the direction of new trends (can’t go back to the old paradigm) and opportunities that now present themselves.

Some readers are wasting space pointing out the obvious (driveway issue). KB Home is a large US homebuilder… this is obviously a model home in a tract development. It is typical for models to be set up this way. The model will be one of the last homes sold in the neighborhood. It will be converted for single family use (including driveways) at that time.

Thanks also for revitalizing the notion of regional vernacular building as a more appropriate response to climate, especially in the new energy economy. The early modern movement may have begun as a noble cause (“mass-produced design for the masses”), but its frequently poor responses to climate and context doomed it.

I still want to believe that good design, well executed and perhaps even mass-produced, can provide a significant benefit without breaking the bank. It flabbergasts my brother (a general contractor) and I to see US$300 per square foot (and up!) modular homes on offer. All too frequently they are presented as custom curated modernist mini-museums with top-of-the-line materials and furnishings. All hard edges and cold surfaces, on a picturesque twenty acre site, far removed from the common folk.

If the design community doesn’t claim a leadership role in the evolution of housing, the industry has proven it will go on without us… just like it has until now, for the most part.”

And the final comment as I finish this post, No. 138:

Fast Guy FL: “It’s not unusual for a sample/sales office to be fully landscaped, driveway area and all. It is unusual for people to be baffled by it.”

(Not having done any house shopping recently, I was baffled too.)

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Beer & Art

I’m not arguing that these are the twin pillars of civilization or anything.
Just pointing out that there is a surreal alliance between the two that has been taking place for years in a local abandoned brewery.
The old Pabst Brewery in Los Angeles that I drive by at least once a week is billed as the world’s largest artists’ colony and has been housing working artists since 1982. A peek into the artists’ live/work lofts and sale of their work is held every spring and fall.
One of the great, free, looky-loo adventures to be had in Los Angeles, held again this past weekend.

Pabst is one of the iconic 19th century German-American brewing dynasties along with Miller, Schlitz, Busch.
(Anyone else watching Ken Burns’ documentary Prohibition? Part 2 airs tonight.)
An aerial photo of the Brewery from an old 2008 invite.

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What’s really fascinating to me is what the artists do with the little outdoor spaces just outside their studios.

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All manner of detritus is dragooned into the making of these private gardens. A privacy screen of soup cans.

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Succulents are clearly the artists’ plant of choice. Sculptural plus sturdy enough to ride out prolonged bouts of inattention when the muse calls.

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Though there are exceptions. Wooly pockets and florist’s cyclamen. Rosemary too.

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A meeting of disarmament specialists.

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Kids had a tough time keeping their hands off the creations, like these broken eggshells spiked with jacaranda seeds, props in a fanciful narrative.

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Free admission, free parking, free inspiration. You can sign up for email ArtWalk notifications here.

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Mid Century Modern Madness

Yesteday, the Modernica sale, 9 a.m. to 4 p.m.
A couple wire, Eiffel-Tower-base chairs were tentatively on my list, like these:

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But the sale itself was such an amazing spectacle of Mid Century Modern mania that I lost my focus, becoming completely absorbed in the Build The Perfect Chair assembly line in the back of the warehouse, where fiberglass shells in luscious colors could be wedded to metal or wood bases in endless iterations. You just hand over your selection of base and shell to the elves with the screwdrivers and within five minutes or so your gorgeous chair was born and ready to go home.

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Problem was, those pesky, fuchsia-colored “Sold” signs were already taped to quite a lot of stuff.
Amid the buying frenzy, some people did manage to keep their cool and detachment. Oh, but not me.

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The wire chairs on my list were available in silver or black, but I had forgotten all about them and instead needed to Build The Perfect Chair, a “Case Study” rocker in a mustard or pale green like this. (List? What list?)

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By the time I arrived at 11:30 a.m., my favorite colors had long since been picked over. I circled around a group of seated shoppers who had several of my color shells in neat stacks at their feet waiting to be assembled. “Nice color,” I murmured nonchalantly as I walked by. At least I tried for nonchalance, as much as one can hissing through clenched teeth. (I’m kidding, of course.) The other three or four, maybe six times I walked by the group with my color I murmured nothing at all. I hope I wasn’t scowling.

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Lots of white and beige left of the fiberglass shells with arms, but I wasn’t interested.

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I mentally built dozens of chairs, which is actually loads of fun, but ultimately left the warehouse sale chairless.
And since there’s not a foot of available floor space left in the house for more chairs, it’s not such a tragedy.

Lesson for next year’s sale: Arrive early, have a firm list of chairs including colors and bases preselected, and do not waver.
And clear some space in the house for that rocker.

(NB: This post by Apartment Therapy, and the following comments, discusses the ownership of Eames’ fabricating equipment, “Modernica Acquires Fiberglass Shell Chair Equipment

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Garden Miscellany

Since the post on the tree collard continually gets a surprising number of hits, full disclosure is in order: I’ve composted the tree collard. It is a defiantly ugly vegetable. My hat is off to fellow tree collard growers who manage to overlook this fact. Long and tall may their tree collards grow. There’s an inherent contradiction built into growing a cool-season brassica year-round, and by mid-summer this contradiction is etched into the few mangy leaves remaining on an absurdly naked and gangly stalk.

A few days ago I took this photo of a flower of Solanum marginatum, which I didn’t know at the time would be the last. (The fruit has been saved for those who asked about seeds.) The encrustation on its stems and branches by keel-backed leafhoppers, Antianthe expansa, aided by their ant buddies, had reached critical mass, and no amount of hose spray or pruning was making a difference. This morning’s exasperated scene of ripping out a member of the solanaceae family at the end of summer has been repeated many times in my garden. With the solanum vines like jasminoides and crispum ‘Glasnevin,’ on related shrubs like iochroma and cestrum. Typical of my garden, like an elevator filled to capacity, when the solanum made its final exit other plants surged forward in relief to stretch their limbs and fill the gap.

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The solanum back in early September, hovering over a potted agave.
The solanum was already getting pruned into a little tree rather than the 5X5-foot shrub it would prefer to be.

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Salvia madrensis and the castor bean plant are sending me off into fall with the knowledge that nice things do happen in the garden from time to time. Sure, Musschia wollastonii, so promising all summer, mysteriously collapsed late September without having bloomed, and Lobelia tupa, though still alive, never bloomed either. The salvia and ricinus are matched in height, both over 7 feet, and together are flying the colors of autumn as though I had planned it all along.

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Salvia macrophylla ‘Upright Form’

Large-leaved sage, Salvia macrophylla. Insistently, emphatically, imperially blue.

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And since I’ve officially entered the fall season of travel lust I tumble into every year, a more sinister association also comes to mind, that of Mayan Blue, a sacrificial blue. The Maya of the Yucatan peninsula in Mexico created through a ritual of fire the mysteriously enduring color Mayan Blue, which was then immediately slathered on the intended human sacrifice, an offering to Chaak in exchange for rainfall after months of seasonal drought. A layer of Mayan Blue 14 feet deep was found at the bottom of the natural sinkhole, The Sacred Cenote, at Chichen Itza when first dredged in 1904, the residue of many offerings thrown into the cenote.

So the first blue men were definitely not light-hearted comedians.

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Also used on pottery and murals, it is “an important, vivid, virtually indestructible pigment. Maya Blue is resistant to age, acid, weathering, biodegradation and even modern chemical solvents. It has been called ‘one of the great technological and artistic achievements of Mesoamerica.'” Science Daily

True, the actual pigment in Mayan Blue has nothing to do with this salvia but derives from the indigo plant, an indigofera species.* This rare salvia’s home is further south in Peru, and is sometimes labeled ‘Tingo Peru,’ as it was at the Fullerton Arboretum salvia sale last year where I found it (and of course blogged about it here). This is the ‘Upright Form,’ meaning this form clumps up and won’t meander. Very reassuring, since this salvia obviously has size aspirations of gigantic proportions, with leaves large enough to scare an acanthus. Heavy fall rains on these big leaves would easily knock the plant down, as does an occasional overhead sprinkle from the hose, so it would be better to entreat the rain gods to back off during its fall bloom. It currently stands between 5 and 6 feet.

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This salvia withstood a surprising amount of shade all summer under the smoke tree ‘Grace,’ who’s just been aggressively limbed up.
Even in shade this Salvia macrophylla bloomed lightly all summer in that evocative shade of blue. The species grows easily from seed. Annie’s Annuals & Perennials sometimes carries this ‘Upright Form.’

*”The Maya blue pigment is a composite of organic and inorganic constituents, primarily indigo dyes derived from the leaves of añil (Indigofera suffruticosa or Indigofera guatemalensis) plants combined with palygorskite (Sepiolite), a natural clay, cooked at 100 oC, that makes it turn from blackish to its exquisite tone. Smaller trace amounts of other mineral additives have also been identified. Due to its attractive turquoise color and light fastness, Maya blue was widely used in mural paintings, sculptures, ceramics and codices.” Authentic Maya.

Photo found here.

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Pep Talk

With the light weakening as lowering sunbeams diffuse through the atmosphere, in my garden that signals the coincident scraping and dragging sounds of pots being moved to find any part of the garden still trapping the precious, goldeny stuff. Or for shade lovers like aralias, begonias, and some bromeliads, like this Vriesea seideliana, in my zone 10 these pots can be moved out of those safe, dark recesses where they’ve been hiding from harsh summer sun to take a chance on now kinder light levels. For moving some of the bigger pots, an old skateboard has always been a trusty and reliable aid.

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As the temperature and light changes in September, there’ll be no collapsing in a heap just yet. And I’m talking people here. There are still a few more laps to run, so let’s have some autumn pep talk: Sow those seeds! Order those bulbs! Building the perfect garden for 2012 starts now!

Such peppy talk rarely works for me. With the exception of ordering bulbs, I’ve been mostly shrugging off and ignoring my inner garden coach the whole month of September. Yesterday I finally got around to sowing a few seeds, including some Tuscan kale and the fabulous Eryngium padanifolium, photo below from Pan Global Plants. The possibility of losing out on the window to sow this eryngo is what finally got me into gear. And then I might as well sow a few other things while all the mess is out. Do I have any hope at all that this burgundy-flowering eryngo will grace my garden in 2012 or 2013? Not much, really. But checking those seeds for germination will keep me out of trouble for a good six months. If there’s no sign of germination in a couple months, I’ll pop them in the refrigerator for another couple months. Fresh seed is essential and is now available from Derry Watkins, the source of my seeds. I really am the worst propagator of plants that ever lived so have nothing but the deepest respect for the nursery trade.

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This is the second year small cat food cans have been saved and cleaned for seed-starting containers, and I’m already assembling a collection of toilet paper tooters — your terminology may vary — for starting sweet peas. And then I think I just may collapse in a heap. Until the bulbs arrive in the mail, that is.

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a monday collage

A new week, slightly out of focus. Feed the cats, make the coffee, read Paul Krugman’s column.
Routines are the pitons hammered into the seams of blurry grey rock that is a Monday morning.

A quick check on the garden.

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Passiflora sanguinolenta, sempervivums, Papaver rupifragum, Agave parrasana ‘Fireball,’ nerines, Callirhoe digitata.

Breakfast music, The Clash’s “Charlie Don’t Surf,” because last night’s movie “Moneyball” had posters of Joe Strummer on Billy Beane’s office wall.

A little more coffee, and I just might get a handhold on this Monday.


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Hebe ‘Western Hills’

Hebes are the kind of tidy plants so perfectly composed they can be accused of conveying a touch of smugness, of rendering a garden a little too safe and suburban. I take the personal position that it’s best to resist such beautiful compositions in leaf and stem or, before you know it, the garden has become an intricately quilted coverlet, a soothing, soporific place. (Like a dwarf conifer garden. Or that period in Southern California about 15-20 years ago when the landscape was snoozing in a torpor of dwarf pittosporum. You couldn’t turn a corner without bumping into a bun of dwarf pitt. And now they’ve all vanished, no doubt to be rediscovered in 10 years.) When available at nurseries, I play a recurring game of pausing to consider Hebe pinguifolia, its celadon green intricacies, always congratulating myself for giving it another pass. Passing up beautiful plants can feel ennobling, like Galadriel passing her test. Hebe ‘Pagei’ always gets a long look too. Just see what it can do with stone here.

Still I mostly resist these New Zealanders. Their culture can be tricky even when not pushing zones to grow them. They don’t like winter cold, which my zone 10 rarely gets, and my alkaline soil is favorable, but they can be touchy and brown out in patches. But I just had to grow Hebe ‘Western Hills,’ named after the former nursery and garden where it was discovered. Aside from the pedigree its name confers and sentimental associations, there’s not a drop of smugness to it. Open and airy, branching from the base to about a foot in height and half that in width its first year planted from a 4-inch, with a potential size to 3 X 3 feet, and sailing through some tough conditions in the gravel garden this summer.

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Surrounded by the spikes of agaves, yuccas, dasylirion and grasses, the little shrublet is holding its own, seen through these spears.

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The flowers will be pale lavender bordering on white. I’m not that interested in the flowers.
If I wasn’t thoroughly disenchanted with keeping more containers watered, this winter I’d start a little container garden of hebes and splash the pots with yogurt to get them all lichen-encrusted. Coastal conditions are preferable but probably not essential. Hardiness ranges from zone 7 to 9.

From Oregon State University, Dept. of Horticulture, which conducted hebe trials between the years 2000 and 2009:

“In New Zealand, Hebe species can be found growing in a wide range of habitats, from sea level to alpine regions, so it is no surprise that cold hardiness of the species, and the cultivars derived from them, varies widely as well. There is truth to the old saying that hardiness of Hebe is related to leaf size. As one goes up in elevation from sea level to alpine areas in New Zealand, the leaf size of the Hebes tends to decrease, and overall plant size decreases as well…So, generally speaking, you could say that the larger the leaf of the Hebe, the less cold hardy it tends to be. As with all living things, the rule is not perfect, but the most tender Hebes are usually the largest-leaved, and the hardiest are those with the smallest leaves.”

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Plant Hunting in Namibia

I didn’t need to know too much about the Crassula mesembryanthemoides I bought last week, just some elaboration of the nurseryman’s comment that the stem tips drop, root, and spread everywhere. Very few search hits available. Add its home, Namibia, Africa, to the search string, and you’re knee-deep trudging through the Namib Desert, the tallest sand dunes in the world.

This image and more found here

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Richest source of diamonds on earth and home to Namib Fish River Canyon, a canyon outsized only by North America’s Grand Canyon.
A medical certificate ensuring robust health is required by the Namibian government to hike through this canyon.

Image found here.

(“Then there is the sky, compared to which all other skies seem fainthearted efforts.
Solid and luminous, it is always the focal point of the landscape
.” Paul Bowles)
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I can’t get over that elegant division, that aloes and euphorbias are found in the deserts of the Old World, agaves and cactus evolved in the deserts of the New World. Such familiar plants as Aloe striata hail from Namibia, as does Cotyledon orbiculata. The 350 species of Crassula are all native to Africa and Madagascar.

Leaves and stems of Crassula mesembryanthemoides. I did laps around the garden with pot in hand for two days searching for the perfect spot.

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This crassula is a winter grower, bought in bloom, and will tolerate part shade.

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I ultimately decided its shrubby qualities and oregano-esque bloom stalks required siting among grasses and slipped it in amongst some blue oat grass, Helicotrichon sempervirens, at the base of the triangle palm, Neodypsis decaryi, just out of frame to the right.
I love the texture this little shrub adds to the mostly rosette succulents nearby.

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Coincidentally, there is an Aloe striata in this area, just out of frame too. My own little slice of Namibia.

Map found here.

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The California Look 2011

The Los Angeles Times L.A. At Home section has been asking for readers’ input in a poll to determine the “California Look” for 2011.
Results of the poll can be found here.

Offered as inspiration for the poll is this 1951 Los Angeles Times Magazine cover.
(Why, oh, why did my mother prefer early colonial imitations?)

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Included in the article linked above are further links to the categories, which include patio planters, outdoor lamps, outdoor fabrics, fire features, room dividers, side tables, outdoor chairs, indoor chairs, rugs, pet beds, candle lanterns.

Here’s a fetching number in the outdoor chairs category. The Loop Chair from Downtown.
One can never have too many chairs.

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The Bend Seating collection is also well worth a look.

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