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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 03:08
by bennie
Rick Farris wrote:
Expug wrote:Rick, thanks ahead of time for inquiring about Johnny Pretzie when you talk to Freddie Roach.
Theres another guy maybe you could ask Freddie about who was a real good amateur and had a few pro fights.
His name was John Shea.
He was another guy who was with Bulger , and wrote a book called "Rat Bastards".
He did ten years in the joint .
I'll write these names down, Brian. I tend to be forgetful lately. I like Freddie a lot, not because he is one of the "hot" trainers today, but because he is basicly a simple guy, who knows and loves boxing. We kind of hit it off, after Frankie Duarte told him I had sparred with his favorite fighter, Ruben Olivares. The walls of Freddie's gym are covered with boxing photos, posters, etc. Some are from when he and his brother Pep were kids, their late father, who was a boxer. Freddie said he grew up in the projects outside Southie. "Others kids had a swing set in their backyard, we had a boxing ring". Once in awhile Freddie's mother will stop by, usually on weekends when Roach occasionally puts on unofficial boxing matches, or smokers, in his ring. The other guys who are gym regulars are OK too. It's funny, just as the Main St. Gym had guys like Duke Holloway, Rip Roseboro, the Soto brothers, etc. Freddie's gym has it's own cast of charactors. These guys are a throw back to the era I loved so much, they like me and the feeling is mutual. From Freddie, I have learned quite a bit of the stuff I'd pick up when I was a part of boxing in L.A. I learn things you won't read about anywhere, the myths about what is really going on with certain people, not necessarily what he must avoid revealing to the public. Things about the late Eddie Futch, etc.

-Rick
Freddie is a 'hot' trainer, as Rick says. He trained Tyson - a 38-year-old Tyson - for his fight with our own Danny Williams in Louisville in 2004 and whipped the rusty old heavyweight into great shape, but erratic Danny just happened to be 'on' his game. The more I think of that win, especially with Roach's involvement, the more I think it is one of the greatest ever from a British fighter overseas. Shelly Finkel tried to make out Tyson injured his knee and even had Tyson put in a wheelchair and wheeled to his plane the next day for the cameras.
You can actually see Tyson trying not to laugh.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 03:15
by bennie
Expug wrote:Im born in 61.
I guess Im the youngster here.
Dont worry guys, The older the bull, the stiffer the horn. :wink:
I was born in '63. 8)

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 03:24
by bennie
kikibalt wrote:
Randyman wrote:
Expug wrote:Im born in 61.
I guess Im the youngster here.
Dont worry guys, The older the bull, the stiffer the horn. :wink:
That reminds me of the old joke about the young bull and the old bull.

Two bulls were on a hill overlooking the pasture and all the cows. the young bull, getting excited seeing all that prime beef wandering around says to the old bull "Hey, let's run down there and f*** one. "Uh uh" says the old timer, "Let's walk down and f*** them all!

There's something to be said about getting older. I expect Frank to cut in any minute and say "Will you kids shut and go to bed now!"

Randy
Randy,

I heard that joke over 50 years ago, but it still is a good one.

Puggys,

You're as old as my son Tony, he too was born in 1961.

I hope all you guys get to be as old as me, but remember one thing, there is no such thing as the "Golden Years", its more like the doctor years, because all you do is go see the doctor, you'll be getting pills for everything, a pill to go to sleep, a pill to wake up, a pill to piss, a pill to crap, a pill to get it up and a pill to get it down..... :roll:
"...a pill to get it up and a pill to get it down". That's funny, Frankie, although I get the feeling you genuinely detest the doctor years.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 03:28
by bennie
kikibalt wrote:Image
1952, Joey Maxim Training for Sugar Ray Robinson and Visited by Jersey Joe Walcott
Nice shot. Today, the photographers would demand a staredown.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 04:05
by bennie
kikibalt wrote:Image

Image
Dick Goldstein

Image
Goldstein looks like a lovely fellow.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 04:08
by bennie
Rick Farris wrote:
Expug wrote:
bennie wrote:Man, this three quotes thing is a pain! I think that the more someone wins, the harder it is for the someone to accept defeat. Chavez looked a gimmee for 100 not out prior to Randall and, as with Larry Holmes at 48-0, the surprise loss close to such a huge landmark simply soured him.
Some fighters shrug off defeat pretty quickly (like Duran); some don't.
Good observation Bennie. I was thinking the same thing.
All those wins, defeat , when it happens can be real hard to deal with.
I agree, Bennie. What truly defines an all-time great is how he responds to defeat, especially when he is flattened. An aging Duran just brushed off going face down against Hearns, to win both the jr. middleweight and middleweight titles, the latter shortly before his 38th birthday. Marco Antonio Berrera was iced by Junior Jones, yet he returned to lose again to Jones, then win multiple titles in brilliant fashion. Dempsey was flattened early in his career, but shrugged it off like a bad hangover and went on to make history. Show me what a guy does when he climbs off the canvas, that will determine whether or not he is a "great" boxer. To those who boasted that Roy Jones was the best fighter to ever lace on a glove, well, what did he do after he'd tasted the canvas? He certainly didn't get up, did he? And he would be flattened again, by another second rate opponent, and then make his exit from the sport for good. After five years of retirement, Jones will become eligable for induction into the WBHOF, for which I am one of five on the selection commitee. I assure you he will not be inducted before others more deserving. Great post, Bennie. Some people just don't get it.

-Rick
When Jones hit Montell Griffin on the floor, not once but twice, it was despicable. They were hard, deliberate shots. You can see Griffin's eyes rolling.
Jones is a great athlete and a very good boxer. 'Nuff said.
As for Duran, his loss to Benitez in 1982 was a real turning point in his career. Duran suddenly lost that ferocious drive and was easily outscored by a man who had whipped himself into great shape (forget all that 10 days crap: Benitez was in the shape of his life).
"I respect you," Benitez told Duran, at the post-fight press conference.
Duran admitted his body would not respond as of old. There he was, beaten and growing old, and the man was taking it in his huge stride.
He would return.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 08:28
by bennie
kikibalt wrote:Julio Cesar Chavez
Image
"Daddy"

By Diego
Chavez has won more world title fights than any man in history (31). His record of 107-6-2 (86) makes you blink a few times.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 08:33
by Rick Farris
Expug wrote:Yep Frank, I see Tony was born Feb 5 1961 .
I was born Jan 25 1961.
2001 was a bad year for both of us, but 1961 was a good one for both of us.

I was born Jan. 30, 1952 . . . mi hermanos Aquarious!!! (Is that correct spanish?)

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 08:37
by Rick Farris
Randyman wrote:
Expug wrote:Im born in 61.
I guess Im the youngster here.
Dont worry guys, The older the bull, the stiffer the horn. :wink:
That reminds me of the old joke about the young bull and the old bull.

Two bulls were on a hill overlooking the pasture and all the cows. the young bull, getting excited seeing all that prime beef wandering around says to the old bull "Hey, let's run down there and f*** one. "Uh uh" says the old timer, "Let's walk down and f*** them all!

There's something to be said about getting older. I expect Frank to cut in any minute and say "Will you kids shut and go to bed now!"

Randy
Randy, I first heard that quote in East L.A. when I was working on the movie, "Colors", with Sean Penn and Robert Duvall. Duvall used that saying in the film, and it seems to make more sense to a man the older he gets. It's great advice.

-Rick

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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 08:50
by kikibalt
bennie wrote:
Expug wrote:Im born in 61.
I guess Im the youngster here.
Dont worry guys, The older the bull, the stiffer the horn. :wink:
I was born in '63. 8)

Same year as my son Bobby (Jan. 16)

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 08:51
by kikibalt
Rick Farris wrote:
Expug wrote:Yep Frank, I see Tony was born Feb 5 1961 .
I was born Jan 25 1961.
2001 was a bad year for both of us, but 1961 was a good one for both of us.

I was born Jan. 30, 1952 . . . mi hermanos Aquarious!!! (Is that correct spanish?)
Hell I don't know..... :lol:

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 09:39
by bennie
kikibalt wrote:George Foreman

Image
"Georgie"

By Diego
Nice portrait, Rog. George is a great guy.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 09:49
by kikibalt
bennie wrote:
kikibalt wrote:That reminds me of the old joke about the young bull and the old bull.

Two bulls were on a hill overlooking the pasture and all the cows. the young bull, getting excited seeing all that prime beef wandering around says to the old bull "Hey, let's run down there and f*** one. "Uh uh" says the old timer, "Let's walk down and f*** them all!

There's something to be said about getting older. I expect Frank to cut in any minute and say "Will you kids shut and go to bed now!"

Randy

Randy,

I heard that joke over 50 years ago, but it still is a good one.

Puggys,

You're as old as my son Tony, he too was born in 1961.

I hope all you guys get to be as old as me, but remember one thing, there is no such thing as the "Golden Years", its more like the doctor years, because all you do is go see the doctor, you'll be getting pills for everything, a pill to go to sleep, a pill to wake up, a pill to piss, a pill to crap, a pill to get it up and a pill to get it down..... :roll

"...a pill to get it up and a pill to get it down". That's funny, Frankie, although I get the feeling you genuinely detest the doctor years.

You're right bennie, I do detest going to see my doctors, not the years though... :wink:

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 09:53
by kikibalt
Expug wrote:Im born in 61.
I guess Im the youngster here.
Dont worry guys, The older the bull, the stiffer the horn. :wink:
Puggys,

Bennie is younger then you, he was born in 1963.... :lol:

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 10:24
by kikibalt
Here is a guy I like to read, hope some of you guys enjoy him too

James Dean, Heath Ledger and Jesus: a celebrity faux pas
Al Martinez
L.A.Times

CHOLAME, CALIF. -- If it weren't for the fact that James Dean was killed about a mile up the road, you probably would have never heard of Cholame.

It's a dreary little town in San Luis Obispo County on a stretch of highway that connects 101 with I-5, slicing through countryside that contains almost nothing notable, unless you're one of those who still cries yourself to sleep at night over an actor's long-ago death.

About the only visible structure in the community of 116 souls is the Jack Ranch Café, a rustic wood building whose grounds contain a memorial to Dean around what is known as the tree of heaven. That's no typo, by the way. The eatery is called Jack Café, not Jack's. I don't know why.

Cinelli and I stopped there for lunch not knowing we were on sacred ground until I began noticing pictures of Dean on all of the walls. A waitress explained that they were a tribute to the actor who died in a car crash at the nearby juncture of Highways 41 and 46.

The display is also a commercial enterprise. Part of the restaurant contains a gift section where for a few bucks one can buy photos and mock license plates with a picture of Dean and the words "4 Ever Cool" inscribed across the top.

Some of you might not know, and others not care, that Dean was killed in 1955 when a college student driving a Ford cut in front of his new silver Porsche Spyder. The actor had just finished shooting the film "Giant" and was on his way to race the Porsche in Salinas.

The reason this interests me at all is that just before leaving L.A. I made a fool of myself arguing about another young actor, Heath Ledger, who is already becoming a face in heaven. He was 28 when he died last January from ingesting a mixture of prescription drugs used to treat insomnia, anxiety, depression, pain and cold symptoms.

They'll debate forever whether his death was by suicide, accident or a bad cold, but I guess we'll just never know.

He has already taken his place in a pantheon of show biz folk who have kicked off for a variety of reasons and left a lot of sobbing fans in a condition of eternal grief. The adorable dead would also include icons like Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Elvis Presley and the ever-popular Rudolph Valentino. I probably missed a few, but you get the idea.

The aforementioned dinner party argument began when some of the guests began speaking in hushed tones about what Ledger had contributed to the world and how much poorer we all were without him. For a moment I thought they were talking about Jesus and in fact suspected they might have thought so too. I took about as much of this as I could before intoning in a voice heard through the house and down the block: "For God's sake, the man was only an actor!"

It was after I glanced at Cinelli across the table and saw that she was slowly shaking her head in a gesture of dismay that the realization came to me like a still picture emerging into focus that everyone at the table was an actor.

The actor to my right commented in a quiet voice and the actor to my left said something intelligent and without rancor and the actor directly across from me added a footnote to the discussion, but I was deep into my own realizations and can't tell you what anyone said.

I made a feeble effort to atone by saying what a fine job Ledger had done in "The Dark Knight" and "Brokeback Mountain," but it was too late and I wasn't that convincing. I have a personal mantra when I give speeches never to ad-lib after the cocktail hour. I will add to that never to argue either.

What I meant to say in my outburst was that we tend to place entertainers on a plane that ought to be reserved for those who have contributed more to mankind than a performance, a tap dance or a song. I mean, I liked Frank Sinatra, but I don't put flowers on his bar stool at Matteo's every anniversary of his death.

But then I guess we all need heroes of one sort or another, dead or alive. We need monuments, statues and anniversaries to commemorate what we dare not forget. We need to cry almost as much as we need to laugh because tears cleanse memory of grief's relentless pain.

Driving away from Jack Café we passed another, smaller monument to James Dean, across from the site of the crash that took his life. I watched in the rear-view mirror as it disappeared behind us, lost in the distance and lost in time, but forever new in the grieving hearts of those who remember.

[email protected]

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 11:25
by dagosd2000
bennie wrote:
kikibalt wrote:George Foreman

Image
"Georgie"

By Diego
Nice portrait, Rog. George is a great guy.

Thanks Mate
I've got to work on representing some of my English cousins with paint and canvas. Any requests? The Mad Italian Painter

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 11:27
by dagosd2000
kikibalt wrote:Here is a guy I like to read, hope some of you guys enjoy him too

James Dean, Heath Ledger and Jesus: a celebrity faux pas
Al Martinez
L.A.Times

CHOLAME, CALIF. -- If it weren't for the fact that James Dean was killed about a mile up the road, you probably would have never heard of Cholame.

It's a dreary little town in San Luis Obispo County on a stretch of highway that connects 101 with I-5, slicing through countryside that contains almost nothing notable, unless you're one of those who still cries yourself to sleep at night over an actor's long-ago death.

About the only visible structure in the community of 116 souls is the Jack Ranch Café, a rustic wood building whose grounds contain a memorial to Dean around what is known as the tree of heaven. That's no typo, by the way. The eatery is called Jack Café, not Jack's. I don't know why.

Cinelli and I stopped there for lunch not knowing we were on sacred ground until I began noticing pictures of Dean on all of the walls. A waitress explained that they were a tribute to the actor who died in a car crash at the nearby juncture of Highways 41 and 46.

The display is also a commercial enterprise. Part of the restaurant contains a gift section where for a few bucks one can buy photos and mock license plates with a picture of Dean and the words "4 Ever Cool" inscribed across the top.

Some of you might not know, and others not care, that Dean was killed in 1955 when a college student driving a Ford cut in front of his new silver Porsche Spyder. The actor had just finished shooting the film "Giant" and was on his way to race the Porsche in Salinas.

The reason this interests me at all is that just before leaving L.A. I made a fool of myself arguing about another young actor, Heath Ledger, who is already becoming a face in heaven. He was 28 when he died last January from ingesting a mixture of prescription drugs used to treat insomnia, anxiety, depression, pain and cold symptoms.

They'll debate forever whether his death was by suicide, accident or a bad cold, but I guess we'll just never know.

He has already taken his place in a pantheon of show biz folk who have kicked off for a variety of reasons and left a lot of sobbing fans in a condition of eternal grief. The adorable dead would also include icons like Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Elvis Presley and the ever-popular Rudolph Valentino. I probably missed a few, but you get the idea.

The aforementioned dinner party argument began when some of the guests began speaking in hushed tones about what Ledger had contributed to the world and how much poorer we all were without him. For a moment I thought they were talking about Jesus and in fact suspected they might have thought so too. I took about as much of this as I could before intoning in a voice heard through the house and down the block: "For God's sake, the man was only an actor!"

It was after I glanced at Cinelli across the table and saw that she was slowly shaking her head in a gesture of dismay that the realization came to me like a still picture emerging into focus that everyone at the table was an actor.

The actor to my right commented in a quiet voice and the actor to my left said something intelligent and without rancor and the actor directly across from me added a footnote to the discussion, but I was deep into my own realizations and can't tell you what anyone said.

I made a feeble effort to atone by saying what a fine job Ledger had done in "The Dark Knight" and "Brokeback Mountain," but it was too late and I wasn't that convincing. I have a personal mantra when I give speeches never to ad-lib after the cocktail hour. I will add to that never to argue either.

What I meant to say in my outburst was that we tend to place entertainers on a plane that ought to be reserved for those who have contributed more to mankind than a performance, a tap dance or a song. I mean, I liked Frank Sinatra, but I don't put flowers on his bar stool at Matteo's every anniversary of his death.

But then I guess we all need heroes of one sort or another, dead or alive. We need monuments, statues and anniversaries to commemorate what we dare not forget. We need to cry almost as much as we need to laugh because tears cleanse memory of grief's relentless pain.

Driving away from Jack Café we passed another, smaller monument to James Dean, across from the site of the crash that took his life. I watched in the rear-view mirror as it disappeared behind us, lost in the distance and lost in time, but forever new in the grieving hearts of those who remember.

[email protected]
Good story Frank.
Kind of keeps in line what we sometimes talk about besides boxing in California

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 11:32
by bennie
dagosd2000 wrote:
bennie wrote:
kikibalt wrote:George Foreman

Image
"Georgie"

By Diego
Nice portrait, Rog. George is a great guy.

Thanks Mate
I've got to work on representing some of my English cousins with paint and canvas. Any requests? The Mad Italian Painter
Sounds good, Rog.

Ken Buchanan, John Conteh, Henry Cooper, Terry Downes...

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 11:45
by dagosd2000
See that there's been some words mentioned about fights that were involved with fouls. Gots to have rules in the sport of boxing. It's harder to fight by the rules. Have to rely on skills. Besides, it makes for good sportsmanship. That's why I'm not too keen on Ultimate Fighting.

I like Dempsey's take on boxing. He said anytime you put on gloves and have a referee,that's not fighting. I love you Manassa Mauler,but that line always brought a smile. Everytime I watch you standing over Willard in Toledo,I shake my head. Hell,you had him. The big poor guy was helpless. You're snarling and growling and smashing him down again and again. Your myth though has always validated that. It wasn't against the rules then. You could do it. Besides,you were The Manassa Mauler. A killer. Joe Louis wasn't a killer,but I think he would have"killed" you.

Well because of you,they changed the rule in Chicago . I don't think you believed it because Barry had to direct you to the....what do you call it? Oh yeah,the neutral corner. Hey Jack. I'm really a big fan. My dad ate lunch with you a few times. My mom thought you were a "man's man" when she met you in your joint in New York.

You know, when you fought Tunney in Soldier's Field,I was thinkin' of how Tunney had that "hooty tooty" attitude. College boy. Always readin' and quotin' Shakespeare. Condensending towards boxing and its fans. A real arrogant son of a bitch. Too bad Barry couldn't have forgotten the rules for a moment after you knocked Mr. Shakespeare down and let you kick him in the balls.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 11:47
by dagosd2000
Bennie
I'm warmin' up the brushes.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 14:17
by kikibalt
Kobal Foundation celebrity photos capture eternal glamour
Santa Barbara Museum of Art displays some of the best portrait photography from Hollywood's Golden Age.
By Scarlet Cheng, Special to The Times

SANTA BARBARA -- FROM THE time he was a schoolboy, John Kobal was in love with Hollywood. He longed to become a part of it, and eventually he did -- by befriending faded movie stars and forgotten photographers, enchanting them with his sincerity and his hungry memory, and collecting photographs. By the time he died in 1991, at 51, he had amassed thousands of anecdotes and a million photographic images.

Kobal set up a photo agency to profit from all this material, but he kept the best for himself, including original prints and negatives from such famed studio photographers as Clarence Sinclair Bull, George Hurrell, Ruth Harriet Louise, Eugene Robert Richee and Ernest Bachrach. Their subjects included Garbo, Dietrich, Harlow, Crawford, Gable and Grant -- captured in Olympian beauty and crowned by halos of light. As Kobal once wrote, "Each image reveals a coming together of the flesh and the spirit to create an ideal to which others aspired."

That romantic vision pervades the exhibition "Made in Hollywood: Photographs From the John Kobal Foundation," at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art through Oct. 5. Its co-curators -- Karen Sinsheimer, the museum's curator of photography, and film historian Robert Dance -- visited the foundation in London and sifted through thousands of vintage prints and negatives to select just over 90 images by 50 photographers. The result is a virtual tour through four decades of glitz and glamour, starting in the 1920s. "These are the most vivid records we possess of the Golden Age of Hollywood," says Dance
The photographs come from a special era, agrees Simon Crocker, chairman of the Kobal Foundation.

"What was unique about Hollywood photography is that the stars would work with the same photographers over and over again," Crocker said during a recent visit to Santa Barbara. "There was a trust. They knew that the studio's only job was to make them look fabulous."

That fabulousness mesmerized Kobal. Born in Austria and raised in Canada, he eventually settled in London but made frequent visits to the United States to pursue his Hollywood obsession. In New York, he befriended actress Tallulah Bankhead, who called up her pal director George Cukor when Kobal was headed to Los Angeles for the first time in 1964. Cukor, in turn, introduced him to a panoply of actresses and actors. His entree was further enhanced by his credentials in journalism, a trade he plied for years, contributing stories to BBC Radio and various British magazines. Ultimately, though, he found his real calling.

Catching stars

Among the first to recognize the importance of Hollywood photography, Kobal started collecting when movie memorabilia was cheap -- or free, since he also got material through gifts and through salvage. Eventually, he would write books ("People Will Talk," "The Art of the Great Hollywood Portrait Photographers, 1925-1940") and even organize the first exhibition in England on the subject (at the Victoria and Albert Museum in 1974). Had it not been for Kobal, some of these stunning pictures might have been lost -- dumped or incinerated.

Most of the photographs in "Made in Hollywood" are vintage silver gelatin prints, rich in their tonality and velvety in their blacks. There are also eight 16-by-20-inch new platinum prints and several giant wall murals made for the show from original 8-by-10 negatives.

The survey's chronological range covers Kobal's own interests, beginning with the rise of the studio system. As the studios worked to perfect their star machinery, still photographs were regularly used for advertising and sent out to magazines and newspapers. Individual pictures were also mailed by the thousands to fans.

Each studio maintained a team of staff photographers -- some on sound stages or location to do production shots, some working in photo studios to capture the look MGM or Paramount or RKO wanted for this actor or that actress. That process required a combination of makeup, lighting and mood; sometimes, props were thrown in for good measure. To promote a macho Humphrey Bogart, Scotty Welbourne posed the actor holding pistols in both hands, with the shadows of four rifles projected on a wall behind him. Ernest Bachrach's portrait of Orson Welles, by contrast, has the actor placing a pipe against his forehead -- the thoughtful intellectual look. "As a rule, I have found it highly advantageous to know my sitters," Bachrach once said. "Like a director, I play upon his or her emotions and induce the mood and expressions that I desire."

Varieties of gloss

The better photographers developed their own styles. "There's an assumption that Hollywood photography all looks a bit alike," says Dance, pointing out the evidence in the 1930s section of the exhibition, which has some photographs grouped by photographer. Hurrell, for example, liked dramatic lighting and sexy poses. "When Bull does Johnny Weissmuller, he's like the handsome boy next door," Dance says. "When Hurrell is photographing John Weissmuller, his skin is steaming."

There are familiar shots in the exhibition -- Charlie Chaplin standing on a street corner with Jackie Cooper in "The Kid" (by an unknown photographer), John Gilbert hovering over Greta Garbo in "Flesh and the Devil" (by Bertram "Buddy" Longworth).

There are also some surprises. A close-up of Vivien Leigh, a publicity shot by Fred Parrish for "Gone With the Wind," depicts her disheveled and looking half-mad. Her face is lighted from the left, with the other side in darkness -- a moment excerpted from the famous "As God is my witness" scene when Scarlett O'Hara is reduced to digging in a field for sustenance. Farther along the wall, in stark contrast, is Leigh in a more familiar pose -- as the beautifully coiffed and controlled Southern belle, captured by Laszlo Willinger.

Fall from glamour

The end of the Golden Age was also the end of the studio system. Mighty and magnificent, the system had also been dictatorial and repressive, sometimes perversely so. Its demise in the late '50s and early '60s meant the end of image-building and control: With no actors on contract, what was the point of spending all that time and money creating images for them? In came freelance photographers and paparazzi, more interested in catching naughty candids than in airbrushed beauty.

The public too seemed interested in more humanized or vulnerable portraits, and there are number of those in the final section, the 1950s. A high-angle shot of a waif-like Marilyn Monroe, sitting on a curb, shows her touching up her makeup. There's also the pensive Rock Hudson featured on the cover of the exhibition's companion book, "Glamour of the Gods," written by Dance. Hudson's eyes are downcast, and there's a weary look on his ruggedly handsome face, where wrinkles are starting to creep. Maybe he realized that the Twilight of the Gods was coming next.

"Made in Hollywood: Photographs From the John Kobal Foundation," Santa Barbara Museum of Art, 1130 State St., Santa Barbara, 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Thursdays through Sundays. Ends Oct. 5. $9; free Sundays. (805) 963-4364 or www.sbma.net.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 14:18
by kikibalt
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GLAMOUR: George Hurrell's photograph of Clark Gable and Joan Crawford for MGM's 1933 film "Dancing Lady" is part of an exhibition at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art celebrating the John Kobal Foundation.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 14:22
by kikibalt
Image
Ernest Bachrach catches Marilyn Monroe sitting on a curb and applying makeup in 1952.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 14:25
by kikibalt
Image
To promote a macho Humphrey Bogart for "High Sierra" in 1940, Scotty Welbourne posed the actor holding pistols with the shadows of four rifles projected on a wall behind him.

Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

Posted: 25 Aug 2008, 14:27
by kikibalt
Image
George Hurrell gives Jean Harlow the glamorous treatment in 1933. "These are the most vivid records we possess of the Golden Age of Hollywood," co-curator Robert Dance says.