You’re watching an old 1930s film on AMC or TCM, and you see him: the street-wise plug-ugly gangster guy with beady eyes, fedora slightly askew, suit just a wee bit too tight. . .you know his face, but you can’t quite place his name. . .Read More
In the evening hours of Friday, September 16, 1932, a young blonde woman in a blue floral dress and a smart suede coat made her way up a trail in the hills north of Hollywood – up the steep slope to Mt. Lee, where the lights of a now-famous sign flashed. The fifty-foot high letters then read “Hollywoodland” – a cheap gimmick to sell real estate in the hills above Los Angeles.
As the determined young woman approached the sign, she might have been mesmerized by the hum and glow of the 4,000 light bulbs as they flashed on and off in a pattern:
HOLLY. WOOD. LAND. HOLLYWOODLAND.Read More