Word: boulevarded
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...clear Los Angeles day-the kind that usually happens only in winter-it presents a picture of undeniable elegance. A half-block west of the old Grauman's Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard, the ornate façde of the Garden Court Apartments stands as a monument to another era when the building's tenants included the likes of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, Mack Sennett, John Barrymore and Louis B. Mayer. Sculpted angels still hang from its flanks; a trio of cherubs intertwine arms on the fountain out front; inside, despite a rich cache of old whisky...
...Charlie Chaplin once," he says, standing in front of the Garden Court. "He was just walking down Hollywood Boulevard. And I saw Joan Blondell coming out of one of those fancy shops. I was at the age when I was sort of movie-struck, you know. I was collecting autographs. There used to be a beauty salon-it was on Sunset. I remember seeing Dick Powell pull up in one of those Cord automobiles. It was quite a place, Hollywood...
...baby grand piano in each of its 72 suites-began its life just a few years after Hollywood emerged as the world's movie capital. When it opened its doors on New Year's Eve, 1919, the staff unrolled a long crimson carpet down to Hollywood Boulevard, then a dusty lane, where lines of limousines deposited their elegant passengers. As the silent movie era gave way to the talkies, and Hollywood's business and glamour grew proportionately, the residences of its stars became more lavish too. There was the Hollywood Hotel, where Rudolph Valentino married Actress Jean...
...occasionally, as the evening traffic-prostitutes and pimps, bedraggled mental cases and loiterers-begins to saunter up the boulevard, one can sense something of old Hollywood. In front of the Chinese Theater, a knot of tourists may be gathered, staring at the imprint of Jean Harlow's heels in the cement, TO SID: IN SINCERE APPRECIATION: JEAN HARLOW: SEPT...
...modification of inner structure by following the Savile Row technique of not gluing the lining to the underside of the fabric. The result, an epiphany of choreographed rumple, was like cutting the buckles and taking the stuffing from a straitjacket. Citizens out for a stroll down a sunny American boulevard, or cabbing to a cocktail party, or even (gasp!) commuting to their office, looked like first-class cruise passengers who had just unpacked for a walk around the deck. The look was liberating for some; for others, it resembled the prize exhibit in a dry cleaners' museum of horrors...