Afternoon Delight with Bon Bon.
It was probably sometime after Upfest last year that I first got turned onto BB Nielsen’s work. I had missed her in Europe and was utterly shocked to discover that we were both in Los Angeles at the same time this past September. “Let’s meet up tomorrow before I head to the airport” was the message I got, and with a brief window in mind, I woke up the next morning, dropped off a box truck full of old studio lighting in downtown LA (which is a story for another day) and zipped over to K-Town.
I was greeted with this bit of old school Los Angeles, one of those ornate tile, plaster and wood Hollywood hotels turned apartments left over from a time when Desi Arnaz was breaking ground doing crazy shit like shooting television on film, on adjacent sets with an audience, using multiple cameras (shock) at once. All firsts for Hollywood. All standard business today, its significance lost on a culture of consumerism. Walking into one of these old classics always makes me consider and reconsider the sliding bar of pioneering and how quickly it can be taken for granted. Until you stand in one of these old buildings, you might not quite get a taste of the history that vapid LA truly has to offer.
First impressions always go a long way for me, the first thing that comes across was BB’s ability to laugh at just about anything.
But its the little stuff you keep around for inspiration which often tells the real story about people.
We chatted for quite a long time about street art in the UK, running down the list of mutual friends we have and the other list of artists we both admired. Of all the passionate discussions I thought I would ever have sitting in LA, the critical vitality of European Street Art was fairly close to the last topic in my mind. Color me both surprised and refreshed in the inland Pacific breeze.
Soon enough I got a good look at some canvases,
and under protest,
some killer sketches she has in the works:
This was all really just the small talk serving as the prelude to local world domination and grand plans for the future.
The greatest thing about this afternoon, beyond finally getting to see some of BB’s work in person, was discovering that she is yet another name on my list of favorite artists out there who suffered the agony of squaresville for years before reaching a breaking point, quitting the corporate adventure, and jumping in to the unknown of the creative world full time. You certainly dont have to do this to call yourself an artist, but well, when you do, you get membership into a special club. For certain.
Clocks persist, as they often relentlessly do, and we were off: one to an airport, destined for foreign currency and higher latitude; the other back to the socked in fog of the beach, sinking into the oblivion of a lost weekend that not even the most isolated rock off Nevada’s least traveled mountain pass could work out.
Not before, however, we were both sucked into another ten minutes of marveling at the lobby of this building. There are certainly many like it in LA, surely far too many to even be worth counting, but Ive never seen buildings like this anywhere else in my travels. Its just- Los Angeles. That thing in a Lynch movie that appears to be normal, but just, well, isnt. Must be fun to live in a spot like this, but ultimately, I suppose it would just become home. Hell, the Chateau Marmont eventually lost its glitz and became home to some people…
Looking forward to more stuff from BB and hopefully an adventure or two along the way, stay tuned…
Make sure to take a peek at BB Nielsen’s work online at http://9thecho.com/