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Groucho's house

Groucho’s house, Trousdale

My dad rented two houses in Trousdale, both of which my mother would have undoubtedly thought were déclassé. I remember her derisively calling Trousdale a “tract” since many of the houses did indeed resemble each other; of course they bore absolutely no resemblance to ugly cookie cutter suburban houses. The first was in 1967 or so after he and my mom got divorced. At first he stayed in a bungalow in the Beverly Hills hotel, then rented a large furnished house on Haynes in Trousdale with a huge bathtub in the master bathroom, an all-white formal living room that was almost never used and a manly den where we watched TV. After he remarried for the fourth time, he moved back to Trousdale to Arkell Drive, where he paid a small fortune in rent each month to a Korean doctor landlord. I feel somewhat happy to have stolen a large Moroccan hanging lamp from the landlord which I still have. The New York Times T Magazine looked at Trousdale this week.

Im looking forward to reading the upcoming book “OVER THE TOP: the Architectural History of Trousdale Estates, Beverly Hills” when it is published and seeing if either of my dad’s houses are in it.


One of my biggest regrets is not realizing until it was too late that the UPA studios, which I spent my childhood roaming, were a pristine example of mid-century architecture and design. The studios were sold and torn down around the time I was away at college, and though I couldn’t have prevented the demolition, I certainly could have salvaged more of the furniture. At least I was lucky enough to inherit a Herman Miller credenza and a cel depicting John Lautner‘s clean-lined modern design.  My memory banks are full of pastel ’50s colors, pots of animation cel paint, men with skinny ties and white shirts bent over drawing boards and an editing room full of whirring projectors and Moviolas. I know my dad just bought the studio, didn’t build it himself, and was then responsible for its destruction. But it was another time and as I pointed out in another post, he never claimed to be an artist, just a businessman.

UPA, the studio my dad bought on the verge of bankruptcy, is getting quite a bit of attention this month.  The long-in-the-works book about the studio, When Magoo Flew: The Rise and Fall of Animation Studio UPA by Adam Abraham, is now available. I haven’t seen the book yet, although I talked to Abraham about UPA a few years back.

Most everything written about my dad and the entertainment business is fairly negative, but naturally I take a more charitable approach. UPA was started by visionary ex-Disney artists who tried to keep their studio going as long as possible,  producing advertising spots and making theatrical shorts. As I understand, the founders were better artists than businessmen, leading my businessman dad to get involved and take over the studio.

He moved the studio into television production, where the money was, keeping UPA chugging along for another decade or more. Of course the cartoons produced for TV were less labor-intensive than the early shorts, possibly less creative too. But the world had changed — theatrical shorts were never a money-making proposition anyway — and at least “Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol,” which he produced, was still held in high regard.My dad knew absolutely nothing about the reasons why the Oscar-winning artists that founded UPA hired John Lautner to design the Burbank studio and stocked it with Eames furniture, but he tried as hard as he could to keep the lights on and the bills paid.

The Los Angeles County  Museum of Art is holding a UPA night March 30 called Madcap Modernism in conjunction with the California Design exhibition, which features UPA’s colorful letterhead. An evening program will screen 10 newly-restored 35mm UPA cartoons from the 1950s theatrical shorts era, and Abraham will be present signing his book. A new Jolly Frolics DVD of these theatrical cartoons was just released by TCM.

Elephant print, David Weidman

It’s amazing how many great, lesser-known artists and designers are still being unearthed, mostly by the New York Times style magazine but occasionally by other publications. Sunday’s L.A. Times home section profiled Highland Park artist David Weidman, whose whimsical mid-century style prints are instantly recognizable as the work of a former UPA artist. Weidman worked on shows including Uncle Sam Magoo, which I got to help research as a child, The Famous Adventures of Mr. Magoo and Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol. I think one of his elephant prints would go perfectly with my elephant collection. His prints can be purchased through this website.