Sundays for checking out other peoples housing you'd die to live in.

It was a full weekend and I'm paying for it now. Never noticed the time change. Saturday went to the grove and actually shopped. Refreshed the scent, hit up Banana's sale tables and got some damn comfortable ish't. Tried to see the new spike lee joint (twice) and it was just too crowded and they don't refund you money. I have no clue where the ticket vouchers went, and also got some gourmet dog treats for the pooch. I missed the final four completely and the group rollin over for some food and other rollin.

Sunday got up and took care of some cleanin and then headed out to orange to check out the eichler houses. The links below are what their ish't is. They're fabricated homes from the mid 50's and sold for about 15k when first built and now are going for 800k. The thing about these is they're truly 50's with a japanese influence, angled ceilings and feung you wouldn't believe. We did a 3 house tour (they pick 3 different houses every 6 months to tour). It's like a contest for them to almost one up each other in a really fun and competitive way. I mean theres a good mix of oldenburg (sp) art, some rothko!!! alot of shag art. The couple that we got the invite from took us to their house and it was immaculte. Between the Barcelona Chairs, the ORIGINAL Eames'(tons of eames for that matter) Le Corbusiers', there was some of the best original pieces. The windows in the homes are huge and numerous and the sliders had all the original hardware. Marcel Breuer chairs up the yang. I can't even begin to express how sly the furniture, art and design was. But the people were awesome. Raunchy, friendly, intelligent and wicked sheik. But they would pull us into their houses and give us the better booze and show off their shit and make sure we knew which houses were for sale. We then went to the last house on the tour and i tell you, they gave a lemon to each person that walked in cause each and everyone had stink face on. It was almost a complete remodel and not a restoration. These people are big on the restoration, rabidly and this was looked like someone took it to Tuscany and threw cow shit on it. It was not good and we were bummed it was ending on this note. Well until all the others (the click) said no, you need to go see the other ones in a completely different tract. Well we all meandered and we took Stuart (a charming and super exhuberant gay guy in the click) up to a couple others that were more creme and I mean creme. More vintage fridges and appliances and hyper intelligent design. And if you're into, then you're in heaven with them cause they know what they were doing. Dave and Steve had the most intelligent house and nearly every piece of furniture they had was original (every freaking piece of eames) all bought from garage sales and st vincent de paul for disgustingly little money. We didn't want to leave but had to even if they wanted to keep us longer. They all kept letting us know that they'd keep up on the new for sales and that we really did need to get out of LA. Effin aye i would for these houses. Plus it's only about a 5 minute drive from Angel Stadium. You don't need to sell me, i need to find the money!

Eichler Homes of Southern California

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