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1342: Secret Garden

C2O Editor Space jeremy samuelson, marshall rake

You might never guess that in the middle of Los Angeles there is a secret sanctuary. It is home to love, design, and also serves as a hotbed for creativity. Among the many studios in this amazing, there are few that execute design, landscaping, and use of color with such balance and flair as 1342. Photographer Jeremy Samuelson, is not an an interior architect or designer by trade, by has managed to prepare a space perfect for the most important moments in a person’s life. ghfhfgh

1342 was previously a preschool, so much of the layout was preserved. It is a multi-use space that is ideal for engaging groups to share incredible experiences togethers. In that way, nothing has changed at all. One of the main uses of the space today is host to weddings and what better place to conduct a ceremony of love as a beautiful in the heart of Los Angeles. It is also one of the ideal places if you are looking for inspiration and ideas towards exquisite garden furniture, which can transform your garden into a beautiful haven with the help of experts who works onto the organic lawn care in Stow, OH. It is not out of the way, and yet offers a location that is spacious and private. Match made in heaven.

If you are not trying to tie the knot any time soon you may be pleased to know that the inside is just as beautiful as the outdoors in this space. It is a fully functioning studio with lighting rentals, sky light, backdrops, and 3,400 square feet of space to play. So whether you are shooting a high fashion piece or a music video 1342 has what you need.

Jeremy has owned space for about 15 years but began to develop it as an event space in 2010. He enlisted the aid of friend Marshal Rake of Public Library design studio to assist with some of the elements but the vision was his own. ” I didn’t know what I need to do events, but I knew I wanted an oasis.”, Jeremy says in regards to the design. The interior design of the building is inspired by the inside of a single lens reflex camera. The angular wall that separates the spaces is aesthetically pleasing but posed a significant challenge from a structural standpoint.

The room is divided in to photo studio, make up/dressing room area, lounge, with a full kitchen, and up stairs is a loft that serves as a client lounge or office. There are kitchen remodeling pros yun can rely on to help furnish the space. The building and grounds are a feat alone, but that does not mean details were spared. Furnishings include Eames and other original design treasures. Jeremy was particular about the door frames and insisted that they be flush and beveled in stead of hiding the work under the molding. Attention to the details is not lost, as it is exactly that attention that makes 1342 and incredible place.

Even looking back to the garden, it is landscaped with succulents and water friendly plants that make for a beautiful scene and keep environmental impact to a minimum.

The only problem with visiting or getting married at 1342 is that you will probably want to live here in the ever after.

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1342 S. La Brea Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90019

Six Girls, Two Fish

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I lived with five other women in a three bedroom dormitory in New York City during my Freshman year of college. Let’s call them Millie, Sally, Maya, Quin, and Abby for the sake of this article. I’m really into Scandal. No one gets to be Olivia. We aren’t worthy.

We all had long hair. We all had opinions. We all had conflicting schedules, and we were all eighteen year old assholes who thought we knew a lot about the world. We didn’t.

Some of us were already experienced in late night drinking and drug use. Others really liked tea and reading books in bed. One of us had gotten too drunk at a high school party and begged her best friend to call her mom while vowing that she would never throw up from alcohol again. She would. Multiple times.

Let me set the scene for you — Millie and Sally were best friends. They had grown up together or knew each other or something where they promised that they would be friends forever. As far as I know they still are. But one of them unfriended me on Facebook so how can I be sure? They were loud and liked to party.

Abby and I were best friends. She and I had met at a summer program and instantly fell into friendship. We hadn’t stopped talking since that program ended. Abby is known to say exactly what she is thinking. I am known to be quiet, but my thoughts come often and have a tendency to be very loud. We made the decision to go off of our meal plan during the first two weeks of college. I’ve regretted it ever since.

Abby and I met Quin at Tisch School of the Arts’ welcome event and asked her if she wanted to live with us, thinking we’d have a nice four person room. She agreed. She was kind, quiet, and smart. Maya had been put into our room to bring it out to an even six. She had a beautiful tattoo of Ganesha that covered her back. I thought she was really cool. She was into dark clubs, black tights, and bad boys. Quin and Maya became the Switzerland of the apartment.

A couple of weeks after moving in we found out that our new home had been the go to coke den the year before we arrived. We should have known that we were in the midst of bad karma. Welcome to college!

Each room had an aggressive and passive person residing behind its walls. I was passive, Abby was aggressive. Not aggressive in a bad way, but she was more vocal about her outrage when Millie and Sallie would blast club music in the common room at three in the morning or when Millie’s boyfriend lived with us for two months because he had been fired from his job as a dog walker and was now homeless. His signature move was leaving Colt 45 bottles in the shower.

There were a lot of different personalities in a confined space.

Millie was a different kind of aggressive. She would place dirty pots in the middle of the floor. After Millie placed one too many sticky notes on our door, Abby finally returned the gesture. I don’t remember what was written, but I do remember the screaming match that ensued. At one point Millie shrieked, “Don’t ever fucking put shit on my door,” which is funny since she had started this pattern.

Poor Quin attempted to translate all of Millie and Abby’s verbal attacks using phrases like, “What I think she means by ‘If I find your boyfriend’s beer in the shower one more time I’m pouring it onto your bed’ is…” and “What I’m hearing when you say ‘If you don’t do the dishes I’m going to choke you with a dirty spoon’ is that you feel…”. Sallie and I had already made eye contact for the inevitable, “If they go after each other, you grab your friend and I’ll grab mine” look. I’m still surprised no one got hit that day.

Although the tension in the apartment could have been cut with the dullest butter knife in our very tiny kitchen, one event brought us all together– a funeral. For two fish.

Millie had decided that she wanted a pet. Since we weren’t allowed actual animals in the dorm, she went out and returned with two exotic goldfish. You know, the kind that look like they have their brain on the outside of their head? This was a thing a lot of people did in college. I don’t remember the names Millie chose, but I want to say that they were Franny and Zooey. That could just be my teenage angst obsessing over J.D. Salinger though.

One weekend, Millie went out of town and left Sallie in charge of of her new companions. As she walked out of the door, Millie smiled, winked, and purred, ‘Don’t kill my fish.” At some point during the weekend there was a knock at our door followed by a sullen, “Guys?” The fish were dead. How they died, I’m still not sure. Sallie thought the best thing to do was to call Millie right away and fess up so she had time to cool down before coming home. Sallie disappeared for the phone conversation, but when she returned she explained that Millie wasn’t mad, but she wanted us to save the fish so that she could give them a proper funeral when she returned in a couple of days. Abby and I walked away, wanting no part in what was about to happen. Reluctantly, Sallie squealed as she slipped the fish into plastic zip-lock bags and placed them into the freezer where they stayed for the next week.

After most of the apartment threatened to throw the fish away if she didn’t do something with them soon, Millie thawed out the fish and called everyone into the bathroom. We dragged our feet and rolled our eyes. Millie was wrapped in a dark blanket. Float On by Modest Mouse played in the background. She had made a sign. The bathroom was gross and crowded and out of toilet paper. She said a few words and then flushed the fish to their grave. From then on the apartment was a little more peaceful. We by no means got along, but at least no one was threatening to put Nair in anyone’s shampoo.

4 Elements Of A Space That Will Boost Your Creative Output

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Mark Twain was said to have written his first great work, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County in a cabin that was no larger than ten feet by ten feet. Artists in New York and Chicago often are cramped into tiny apartments that are only slightly larger than that as well. These examples may give the appearance that your space does not effect your ability to create, but it does.

If you fancy yourself a artist and you work in a decrepit whole in the wall studio then you might find it easier to produce morbidly introspective or existential works any day of the week. On the other hand, if you are more of a creative professional then your might want to find a place that allows some oxygen to get to your brain and a little Vitamin D on your skin.

It has been shown that natural light and open air are good for work and the creative process from a biological standpoint but let us just consider the aesthetics for a second. Your job is to design, fabricate, conceptualize, or otherwise come up with beautiful solutions to a range of problems that span the length of our society. The idea that you would be creating all these solutions in a room where the only amenity to speak of is wi-fi is a bit preposterous. Especially when that old writers block rears its ugly head. A few things you may need to be effective are: open area, natural light, novelty, and privacy.

Open Area is essential, as ergonomics would suggest, you need at least as much space as your body will take up. But just as your body can feel cramped, so too can your mind. Having a little head room reinforces openness and possibility as opposed to limitation and restraint. Creativity is openness in action. To be open, be out in the open. If you don’t have access to a great loft with a skylight, and you are stuck in a cramped space, make sure you take a break outside to take a breather. Even if you aren’t a smoker, it is good to take a step outside every couple hours to stretch.

Natural Light, everything looks better in natural light, well because its you know, it is natural. Indoors, natural light produces soft shadows and variations in color that change in the day. It helps you to subtly keep track of time as well. Sundials aren’t really effective when they are in a concrete box. If there is a view then even better, it leads to the next tip.

Novelty is necessary in the same way that space is. It reinforces creative thinking, in this case because of the new. Even if you have the other concepts in your space, utilizing the same space over and over again will kill your brain. How can you come up with new ideas if everything around you is old? That was rhetorical. One of the reasons being creative is fun is simply because of the novelty, it is stimulating and new connections are being fired in your brain. This can be achieve through design, by having a variety of shapes and colors in your are, or simply through new information. Charging your brain up by reading the local news or a chapter or two of an interesting book can give you that creative kick as well.

Privacy, yes privacy. Having a great time around you to inspire new ideas is absolutely important. On the matter of output though, after the brainstorming and pow wowing are over you actually need to focus on your work. You need some peace and relative quiet to be productive. There is a fine line here between quiet and silence, everyone’s needs are different. Some people literally need visual walls up to block out others because they can be distracting but simply wearing head phones in a coffee shop can be enough. Privacy and novelty are not necessarily mutually exclusive either. You can trigger your brain with word of the day and still remain in your bubble. But having the bubble in the first place is what counts is important when its time to get things done.

If it means getting out of the cubicle to stare at traffic for 30 seconds or switching the coffee shop you go to for one day, these little bits are not only going to help you maintain a more healthy work space, but allow you to function a little bit better.