Is         this the My Name Is Earl House? While this ramshackle residence may          look like it was nailed together by Jason Lee's white trash TV character          from random slabs of discarded industrial materials ("corrugated  aluminum metal siding, plywood, glass and chain-link fencing"), he'd picked up          alongside the highway while serving a drunk & disorderly sentence          (click on the image to see a larger picture that does it even more          justice), this apparent shantytown eyesore is actually the famous Gehry  House. It is the home in pricey Santa Monica of          the most celebrated          American architect, Frank Gehry, designer of UFO-crash museums and          concert halls from Bilbao          to downtown          LA.
   
      The Great          Buildings website elucidates the the greatness of the Gehry House          thusly:
"With the original house almost intact formwise, Gehry, in effect, lifted back the skin to reveal the building as layers, with new forms breaking out and tilting away from the original, to create a forerunner of the Deconstructionist spirit of the eighties. It is almost an idea of 'wrapping' à la Christo, but where Christo seeks through a veil to transform the original to a new sense of being and meaning, Gehry rather produces a discontinuous juxtaposition where one system collides with another resulting in, to quote Bernard Tschumi, a 'super position or disjunctive disassociation.' Where Johansen assembles technological-like elements freely seeding dialogue through the combination, Gehry, through collaging, also basically (but with a different aesthetic) derives an approach to design from the methodology and respect for construction and its architectonic potential as a form maker and space generator."
Whatever.
   
      Can you imagine living across the street and having to look at this          every day?
The problem with Westside of LA architecture in general is too much creativity  and individualism. While there are some good buildings, there are almost no good  streets, because neighbors won't cooperate to subordinate their own tastes to a  general "theme with variations" for the entire street. So, you find a  lot of streets of dueling fantasies: one movie mogul got the guy who designed  the sets for The Ten Commandments to whip him up a a little pharaoh's  palace, while the studio executive next door took the concept of an ivy-covered  cottage in the English countryside and blew it up to 12,000 square feet, and on  and on down the block.
When I was a young man, I used to like the look of LA because, visually, it was  the funniest city in America (although Las Vegas probably has taken that title  away), but my taste for irony has declined. The eclectic local architecture  drove Nathanael West to dreams of destruction in The Day of the Locust:  "But not even the soft wash of dusk could help the houses," he wrote.  "Only dynamite would be of any use against the Mexican ranch houses, Samoan  huts, Mediterranean villas, Egyptian and Japanese temples, Swiss chalets, Tudor  cottages, and every possible combination of these styles that lined the slopes  of the canyon."
Still, while the usual expensive Westside street is a stylistic hodge-podge, the  typical individual house is at least trying to be attractive, unlike Gehry's  rigid digit of a house flipping off the neighbors.
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