Comments on: View From the Getty

By: Sean

Sean — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 06:46:08 +0000

I went there with my son and wife when he was 11 and we were walking along, him checking out all of the naked people and he saw a painting with this really skinny dog and he said look at how skinny that dog is and poked it. The painting was older then America and the guards almost took all of us down. Luckily there wan’t any damage but he’ll never live down that story.

By: Rob

Rob — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 01:40:07 +0000

I used to work for the Getty when I lived in LA. I didn’t work at the museum itself, but for their publishing outfit in a Santa Monica office. But every year they had the Getty employee party that they would throw at the center after hours. Fantastic food, booze galore, a great band, and night views that just plain rocked. Great place for a party, let me tell you.

Feeling a bit nostalgic now.

By: Luisa Perkins

Luisa Perkins — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:03:46 +0000

The Getty is so cool. I do love me some Alma-Tadema.

By: KateH

KateH — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:56:43 +0000

Lauren@9 – Yes, the Huntington is wonderful! I was there last April and saw the ‘Beautiful Science: Ideas that Changed the World’ exhibit – 200+ copies of ‘The Origin of Species’ in many laguages were just a small gem in the huge library of science books. It was just stunning.

By: Mark

Mark — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 04:34:45 +0000

If you like the view of the Pacific, be sure to take in the view from atop Mt. Wilson on a smoggy day. You’ll probably be able to see the ocean, but all of LA will look like a vast, brown desert :).

It’s actually quite impressive. Until you realize you’re going to descend back into it…

- Mark

By: kathy e.

kathy e. — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 03:35:43 +0000

Went with my sister to the Getty ten years ago, almost to the exact date. It wasn’t so much the art on display, but the entire Getty experience. We felt like cherished guests, as Getty porters held open glass doors for us, and handed Getty supplied umbrellas to us so that we would remain dry as we crossed patios to other glass doors. For lunch, we dined on a delicate salad of mixed greens with pine nuts, cranberries and crumbled blue cheese. In the afternoon, the sun came out, and the rain washed Los Angeles views were pure joy. Your photo brought back happy memories.

By: carly

carly — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:20:42 +0000

I stole a book today from Borders and it was your “Your Hate Mail Will Be Graded”. Thought you might like to know that I think you’re awesome and would like to virtually give you a *high five*.

By: HydrogenGuy

HydrogenGuy — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:51:05 +0000

LA has a whole museum dedicated to the lead singer/bassist of Rush? Cool!

By: Christopher Hawley

Christopher Hawley — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:31:10 +0000

Mrs. L @14 wrote:

[...] a bag of antiquarian noses languishing in a closet somewhere waiting to be discovered? Imagine what the Curator of Art Parts could do with those.

They would be pretty well worn after all this time jostling within a bag. Were restorations to be attempted, many might be reattached upside down but no one would notice.

Given the high rate of proboscidean attrition, it would probably be better to sculpt replacements from newer, stabilized gypsum (alabaster).
After all, new nose is good nose.

By: Mrs. L

Mrs. L — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:21:03 +0000

A shot from the ghetto; what a brave thing for you to do. Oh, sorry, G-E-T-T-Y.
I once went to the original, Roman Villa Getty on Pacific Coast Highway, shortly before they built the new I’ve Got More Money Than You version. Two things stood out in my mind at the old place — the extraordinarily large displays and expensive lighting created for lots of eensy-weensy, teeny tiny pieces of broken pottery. Stuff most people would just throw away. I affectionately called it the Pardon our Shards Room. And I had to give props to the Getty’s Curator of Art Parts for having no shame. The second notable collection was a room filled several alabaster busts of ancient dead people, not one of which had a nose. Was there a bag of antiquarian noses languishing in a closet somewhere waiting to be discovered? Imagine what the Curator of Art Parts could do with those.