#L.A. Architecture

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THE CLASSIC ART DECO FURNISHINGS, STYLINGS, & MAJESTIES OF HISTORIC LOS ANGELES.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on classic Art Deco architecture, the Bullocks Wilshire building, located at 3050 Wilshire Boulevard in Los Angeles, California, designed by John and Donald Parkinson.

EXTRA INFO: 1929 Bullocks Wilshire, located at 3050 Wilshire Boulevard in L.A., is a 230,000-square-foot Art Deco building. The building opened in September 1929 as a luxury department store for owner John G. Bullock. 📸: Jeroen Tacx.

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3420540844022910781.

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The Hollywood Sign

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Beautiful art deco facade, still standing 94 years later at 356 S. Western Ave, Los Angeles (1930)

Built in 1930, the building at 356 S. Western Avenue remains a stunning example of Los Angeles’ Art Deco period. Its geometric patterns, stylized motifs, and bold symmetry spoke to the optimism of a city charging into the modern age. The facade captured the design trends of the era—refined lines, pastel color schemes, and subtle luxury. Over the decades, many similar buildings were demolished, making this one a rare survivor. Despite changing tenants and storefronts, the exterior has retained much of its original detail. Its presence on the street serves as a reminder of the beauty L.A. was once willing to build into everyday architecture.

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“Built in 1930, the thirteen-story Art Deco building was constructed in the Broadway Theater District of Downtown Los Angeles. One of the city’s most photographed buildings, it is considered the greatest surviving example of Art Deco architecture in L.A….”

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my birthday was this past week.. can I ask for a birthday smut with either all of bad omens or just Noah, I’m happy either way 🥹

Am happy with Dom!Noah as well as Dom!BadOmens 🖤🤍🖤 thank you gorgeous x

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY, FRIEND!!!! I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

With this I'm going with Noah. It took me bit to write it because I wasn't sure what direction it going in. It's a little longer than intended too, but I could bare parting with anything that's in it, because to me, it's all essential. Hope it brings a smile to your face still, even though it's as late as it is.

Author's Note: This is a tad different from the snippet I posted the other day. I revised some some of it, changing a few things around.

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He looked around at the people surrounding him outside the huge L.A manor and sighed, groaning and rolling his eyes. All of the fakeness and pretending he saw and heard made him sick to his stomach, reminding him why he hated these shitty parties in the first place. 

Deciding to take a walk around the grounds, past the Lamborghinis and Hummers, Noah hated how all the noise invaded his peace and tranquility. This type of lifestyle was venomous, deadly, and evil and he learned early on how fucked up this type of society was, even with all its money and power. He wanted no part of it. He had chosen something more, something money and power could never buy him. He chose love; her love. It was the kind that saw him through every anxious moment, every sleepless night, every hidden insecurity. She was his anchor, his lifeline, giving his life purpose and meaning. Noah looked at his watch and smiled. 

She walked into the house, overwhelmed by all the noise and sights around her. The exquisite architecture, the size, and the decor of the place was extraordinary, but completely over the top for her. But even with all its beauty she knew it was fake. Nobody’s life was this perfect. 

This wasn’t the evening celebration she had in mind to end her birthday, especially after a day spent laying around in Noah’s hoodie, wrapped up in his arms, and eating her favorite ice cream while rewatching her favorite anime. It was the perfect day, until Noah reminded her about the party. He knew she didn’t want to go due to being a socially awkward introvert herself who was quite content living in his hoodies, yet here she was, walking through the door of a manor that she didn’t know existed until today. 

The long dusty blue backless dress that was held up around her neck by a satin tie looked better on her than Noah imagined. Given the fact that it was picked out in a hurry, it fit her small slender frame perfectly; as if it was made for it. Noah picked it out himself. She wanted to love it, but it revealed more of her body than she cared to show, making her nervous from knowing that if the tie came undone, she would be forced to show the entire place the top half of her naked body. When the dress was delivered she was surprised at Noah’s choice. He was never one to show her off, always wanting her for only himself and even going as far as addressing guys at shows from time to time because of how they were looking at her. So, why of all dresses, would he choose this one?

Every set of eyes were on her as she made her way through the crowd of people in search of him. Whether it was the flow of the dress, the skin of her back on full display, or the anxiousness in her eyes, she could feel the heat of their gaze bearing down on her. Taking a glass of wine from off a passing tray, she drank its entirety, repeating the process not only a second time, but a third time as well as a deep sinking feeling sat at the bottom of her stomach at the thought of never finding him in the sea of fake beautiful people.

Frustrated, she was about to turn and leave, when she spotted a tall figure across the room, leaning against the banister of the elaborate staircase. His eyes were fixed on her, the darkness of passion, arousal, and lust all rolled into the tiny orbs staring back at her. She had found him. Her king. Her Noah.

Fuck… that color on her. It made Noah forget everything around him and all the thoughts about all the fake shit happening around him. With her in his sights now, focusing on everything around him would be impossible and that’s exactly what he was hoping for when he picked out that dress. She was the perfect distraction and everything that Noah needed. She was his solace on dark days, his joy when life felt like it was spinning out of control and every time he thought about her he got so fucking hard,  to the point that it was painful and all he wanted was for her to make it feel better. 

Noah squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose while taking a deep breath and clenching a fist, hoping the feeling of what was building up inside him would pass. Now was not the time and here was certainly not the place, but no matter how much he tried to fight it, the need to make a mess out of her, to squeeze her and spank her ass and use her for his own messed up pleasure. He needed to hear her beg him for more, to watch her take her own pleasure from him and give into him, falling apart with him inside her. He wanted to choke her, just enough to pull the arousing moans out of her that only he could get her to make. He wanted it all and he was going to take it. Adjusting himself, Noah slowly walked toward her as a man with confidence and determination to get what he wanted.

The heat in his eyes followed her everywhere. There was no escaping the sexual hunger she saw in them, the way his soft chocolate, almond shaped eyes darkened the closer she got, driving her insane. But there was something else there, lurking in the corners of them. Something that spoke louder to her yet was silent to those around them. Insecurity. Anxiety. Suffocating. Noah was being swallowed up by them and looking for a way out. Her. He'd been waiting, searching for her this whole time.  

Her eyes narrowed and her brow creased, noticing the way Noah clenched and unclenched his fist and taking a deep breath with his eyes shut tight. It was only when he opened them that she noticed the ache expanding inside her, demanding to be satisfied and fulfilled. The desperate pressure sinking low between her thighs made her wet and she could feel her arousal coat the outer part of her sex. Her mind was telling her to behave and encourage Noah to do the same thing. They were in a public place. But that never stopped him before. 

As he came toward her, her mind flashed to all the other times Noah had quietly taken her away so they could be alone. The bathroom stall, the green room, the car, the closet, all of those places had given them the opportunity to get their fix of each other, enough to last until they got home. 

“You look stunning,” Noah smiled down at her, his voice soft and warm. She lowered her head, feeling her cheeks flush. He stroked her hair then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You're trying to hide it but you can't, princess. You're fucking beautiful and it's frustrating the shit out of me.” 

She gazed at Noah, speechless as she gazed at him. The look in her eyes was a familiar one, but Noah still wanted to know as he took a step forward, closing the gap between them. “What's happening in that mind of yours? What are you thinking about?” She chuckled, finally feeling the effect of the three glasses of wine that was starting to relax her and make her feel giddy. “More than likely the same thing you are.” 

Noah huffed, grinning. “What? Your body? All this smooth, soft skin,” he teased, dragging a finger down the side of her arm. “Or your soft pink nipples begging for my mouth and those thick thighs wrapped tight around my hips as I fuck you hard and rough; just the way you like it when we play our little game?” Noah heard her shattered breathing, the small gasps and tiny whimpers. 

“Your body is all I've been thinking about.” “Well, then it's a good thing it's yours then,” she replied confidently, running her hands down the front of his black dress shirt and over the red silk tie. Noah's lips curled at the corners. “I heard it was someone's birthday today. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?” whispering in her ear. Raising an eyebrow, he kept steady eye contact with her. 

She held a tight-lipped smile, looking away, only to be drawn back in by the scent of his cologne. “You mentioned our game,” she stated, avoiding Noah’s question. Noah nodded, shoving his hand into his left dress pants pocket and retrieving a part of their dirty little secret. The black tie. “Fuck,” was the only word she could utter as her eyes widened. That’s when Noah knew he had her exactly how he wanted her. The tie was always the trigger for her. 

The room was breathtaking. It had high vaulted ceilings painted white, soft, luxurious gray carpet, and a frameless king-size bed among other small oddities that filled it perfectly. She gasped as soon as Noah turned on the lights that were the two lamps on either side of the bed. 

“I'm guessing you'll be wanting a house with a room like this once we're married,” Noah asked with a chuckle as he locked the door behind him. She gave him a look and slapped his chest playfully. “Relax, I’m only kidding about the house. I know this isn't your thing. It's not mine either,” he said looking around the room. “Kidding only about the house and not the married part?” “Does it shock you that I want to get married?” She shrugged, feeling the smooth silk of the throw that covered the bed. “I don't know. We've never really talked about it, have we?” glancing over her shoulder at Noah. The dark, alluring look had returned to his face as he tilted his head back some and parted his lips. Unable to wait anymore, he grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him, his long arms drawing her to her tiptoes and crashing into his chest. She gasped, her lips slightly parting, feeling the wetness pool inside her panties from the familiar aggressiveness she was yearning to feel from him. 

Noah's mouth met hers with a ravenous hunger that it took her breath away, leaving her no choice but to allow herself to get swept up in ot. She threw her arms around his neck, and when his tongue entered her mouth rolling over hers, she met it, until their kiss became a battle she knew she would lose. Noah groaned, releasing her arm and cupping her face between his massive hands, chasing her tongue hungrily. The air around them felt heavy and charged as she reached up and began pulling at his tie, determined to get him naked as fast as she could. 

They panted in between hot, wet, sucking kisses and as her eyes met his, sultry and seductive, they drew Noah into a trance like state, flipping the intent of their situation from a normal heated moment to their famous game of sex and submission. Noah pulled the black tie from his pocket, mentally praising himself for remembering to bring it. The darkened look she'd become familiar with all these years made his black orbs swell. His arousal twitched against her lower belly, forcing her sex to tighten and release the excitement her body felt, causing her panties to dampen. 

“W-wait… STOP!” Noah yelled, grabbing her wrists, and suddenly she was still. Their chests heaved up and down, their bodies aroused by one another’s to the point they would do anything just to please the other. But there was supposed to be more to this story they were in the middle of making and Noah wasn’t about to let it slip through the cracks. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, running a hand through his hair. Standing up straight, making him more taller than her then he already was, he brought her hands to his tie.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with dryness. She hesitated. “That’s a command, princess. Are you going to comply or disobey?” Clearing her throat, she nodded then began to loosen the knot. Noah hummed in approval, tilting his head back as she worked. “Very good. Now,” he said, slowly pulling the black tie out of his pocket, “take off my shirt.” With shaking hands, she undid the buttons of his dress shirt, holding her breath when she reached the bottom before removing the shirt. 

“Can I touch you,” she asked, peering up at him through her lashes. “Yes. You can touch me.”

It was faster than a heartbeat. She threw herself into him, attacking his lips dangerously like the drug he was. Slowly, she dragged her lips down his neck and gilded her tongue over the lines and markings of his tattoos, kissing and sucking the taste of him from off his skin. As she moved farther south. her tongue found his nipple and she played with it, swirling and swiping her tongue over it, nipping and tugging until she had Noah moaning in ways that only she could. She moved towards the center of his chest, brushing her lips over the skeleton groom and his bride, over the leaves and the flowers that danced around them all the while her fingers and hands trailed over his skin, knowing every muscle and curve of it. 

Noah threw his head back and groaned, his cock mostly hard, pulsing hard against his zipper. He knew what his body wanted and she knew it, too. That’s why she was already heading in that direction.  

“Stop,” he ordered and she did, straightening herself. “What? Did I,” but Noah's fingers found her lips first. “No. You didn't do anything wrong,” he grinned. “Then what's wrong? Why did you tell me to stop?” The concern in her voice was obvious. She’d always been a people pleaser which is what made this game of cat and mouse so fun. 

“We have a problem here, princess,” he stated simply, running a finger down her naked spine. “And what's the problem, Mr. Davis?” He swallowed hard, trying to control his strangled breathing. “The dress,” he croaked. Her eyes widened. “The dress,” she stated, confused. “Yes, the dress. It needs to be burned,” he replied, breath hot on the skin of her ear lobe as he started sucking on it. “But you picked this dress out, Sebastian.” Noah growled softly, tugging her body closer to his from the way she used his middle name. “I know I did, fuck,” he whispered against her cheek. “But every fucking guy downstairs was looking at you though. If you go back down there, then I'm going to jail.”  “If it's bothering you so badly, then why don't you take it off me?” 

Noah grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His heavy-lidded eyes drifted over the curves of her face, stopping at her lips. “You know, this smart ass mouth is only good for one thing. You know what that is, Princess?” “No.” “No, what?” She huffed. “No, sir.” Noah smirked. “It’s good for fucking my cock.” Her knees went weak, almost giving out. “Oh, god,” she whispered beneath her breath. “No god, baby. Just me.” 

Without another word, Noah reached for the satin tie around her neck, untied it, and allowed the front of the dress to fall to her hips, revealing her upper torso to his starving eyes. Her breasts were fully exposed. Their dark centers contrasted against her pale skin and their hardened, pebble-like, nipples waited eagerly for his mouth, but instead, he used his hands and smothered them with his massive palms and long fingers, pinching and pulling them just enough to pull the noises out of her he wanted. Snaking his hand behind her head, he grabbed a handful of hair.

“Look at me,” he ordered, yanking her head back. The look of lust in her eyes made the animal in him come alive. “Keep your eyes on me.” Noah unzipped the dress, pushing it down past her hips until it layed in a puddle on the floor, around her feet. He raked his eyes up and down her body, surprised by the sheer red panties she wore. “God damn, those are hot,” he praised her, knowing that she had a praise kink. “I can already see how soaked your pretty little pussy is for me,” he grinned, shifting his eyes from between her legs and back up to her face. 

 Softly, he kissed her forehead, stoking the fire inside her that was burning for him. “You make me insane, you know that?” Noah brushed the loose strands of hair way from her collarbone, placing his lips there and sucking hard. His hands travelled to her bare ass, pushing her pussy harder against his growing bulge. A needy whimper fell from her lips. “I really did think about murdering every motherfucker down there who looked at you the way they did.” Noah confessed, thrusting slowly against her. She grinded on him, meeting each movement he made, speeding up the inevitable. “Don’t be jealous, Noah. You know I belong to you. My heart is yours,” sliding her hands around his neck and pressing her bare breast against his chest. She kissed beneath his neck, ghosting his skin with her lips. Noah sighed, letting his head fall back for a moment before grabbing her wrists and pushing her back. 

“Then on your knees for me, princess, and show your king just how much you love to pleasure him,” he ordered. “Yes?” The heated look he gave her was enough to ignite the explosion inside her. “Yes,” she answered, about to get on her knees, but Noah stopped her. Taking the black tie, he wrapped it tightly around her eyes, blackening everything around her. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.”

With a subtle grunt, he nodded and she dropped to her knees. Her fingers undid his belt, yanking it harder than she meant to and the low moan he made told her he didn’t mind. His black dress pants fell to the floor, revealing the tented pair of black boxers beneath them. Shifting into the right position, she began her work, bringing her mouth to the tip of his cock still covered by the dark fabric. She didn’t touch him, only played with it as if it were her favorite toy. The slight sighs and groans that fell from above were beautiful, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. Tugging on the boxers, she pulled them down, freeing his cock that was seeping with precum. Noah brought it to her lips, spreading his juices over them until she was licking it from off her mouth and then his head. 

Oh! Fuck!” Noah moaned loudly. “Fucking, god-”choking on a slight cry the moment she took him entirely into her mouth and all the way down to the base like a pro. He thrusted into her, slighting fucking himself between her lips before the faint choking sounds and the gagging echoed throughout the room. Each time he thrusted hard, he hit the back of her throat, his muscles tightening the closer he got. He ran his hands through his hair, seething when her fingernails dug into his skin to hold him still. Thrust after thrust, Noah ripped intoxicating mewls from her pretty mouth until throbbing and twitching became consistent. “That’s it, princess, fuck your king’s cock with that pretty mouth. Take every bit of what I’m giving you!” he panted, trying to keep himself together. “Use your hand. Jerk me off while you're sucking me, baby. Oh, fuck yeah, just like that. So good, princess. You look fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

Spit trickled down her chin, and her hand was soaked, making it easier to slide up and down with her mouth. “I can only imagine how wet that fucking cunt of yours is, right now,” Noah said breathlessly. He was almost there. “I want to feel it. I want my tongue inside you, licking you up and fucking you just as good as your fucking me right now. Goddammit, princess,” he moaned, matching the thrusting of her mouth and hand with his hips. He was coming apart for her, and fast. 

She sucked on his head, using the tip of her tongue to trace his tip. “Fuck! Baby, I’m almost there,” he confessed, breathlessly. His hands wrapped around her face, holding her in place as he began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth ruthlessly. “Yeah, put it all the way down your throat. Good girl. Let your king fuck your mouth like the dirty little submissive that you are.” Her eyes watered each time he pounded the back of her throat. Noah was a panting mess. The overwhelming feeling was too much. “Stop! I said stop,” he cried, pulling the back of her hair. But she didn’t. Finally, Noah came, shooting his cum straight to the back of her throat. There was so much, she couldn’t swallow all of it and it spilled out, leaking down the front of her between her breasts.

“Fuck! Oh g-god,” he stuttered. He couldn’t think straight, completely wrecked. “You didn’t fucking listenten to me when I told you to stop,” he barked, anger clearly in his tone. “I didn’t think you really wanted me to,” she confessed without looking up at him. She didn’t need the blindfold off to know he was pissed. 

She was right. Noah didn’t want her to, but that’s not how the rules work. Noah's chest heaved up and down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pushing his hair back. “I have to punish you, now. You disobeyed. You know I don’t like it when you do.” “Then, I will gladly accept my punishment,” she said bravely. Noah flinched. She was challenging him and he knew why. 

“Get up.” She rose to her feet quickly. “Get on the bed; all the way up by the pillows. Move them out of the way,” Noah commanded, following her. The bed dipped and shifted until their bodies came together. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, tucking his arms under hers. His hands found her breasts, latching onto them and squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and fingers while taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth. “You are not allowed to touch me, do you understand?” A soft moan followed by a whimper could be heard. Noah’s hands travelled down towards her pussy, wasting no time in punishing her. He slipped a finger low, teasing the edge of the lips of her pussy that coated the tip with her arousal. With a sharp gasp, she arched her back as Noah sunk into her heat, groaning deep from the feeling of her already tightening around him. A slight cry escaped her, but Noah threw his hand over her mouth. “Don’t you dare make a sound. Not until I say you can,” he said sharply against her ear. “It may be your birthday, but that doesn’t mean you're above your punishment. Lock your arms around my back, now.”

Quickly obeying Noah smiled in satisfaction as he began to finger her harder, plunging a second finger deep into her soaked cunt, penetrating her walls so easily as she writhed against him. “Disobey me again, and you’re getting spanked.” She muffled a moan as Noah fucked her cunt ruthlessly, taking whatever satisfaction he got out of it. She pushed against him, needing to feel him deeper, needing to cum so badly. “Fuck, your pussy is so soaked for me. Uh, god,” Noah sighed. “Look at you, making a mess on me, ,” he said, pulling his fingers out and looking at how they glistened. “Lick them. Taste yourself on me.” Once Noah removed his hand from off her mouth, she eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from them and moaning from the taste as she rutted her ass against his hard length. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Noah praised her. The dominant in him was starting to fail as he was slowly unraveling from the way she knew she owned him. Removing his fingers, he yanked her head back by the hair and slammed his mouth on hers, tasting the little bit of her juices that lingered, making him want more. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that. Out of my goddamn mind. I can’t, with you,” pulling her back and ripping the blindfold from off her eyes just so that he could look at her. 

“I love you, Noah,” she said softly, knowing she’d just broken another rule. He smiled softly back at her, kissing the end of her nose. “I love you, too, but you broke another rule. Now, I’ll have to fuck you like the slut you are, and give you a spanking. But something’s telling me that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, princess?” The sweetness quickly left Noah’s eyes. He forced her head forward, gentle enough for her to know he  loved her, too, but hard enough that she knew who was really in charge. “Grab the headboard,” he ordered, taking her hips and moving her into the position he wanted her in. “You don’t cum on my cock until I say you can,” bringing his hand down on her ass with a hard, loud smack. She screamed his name, just as Noah unmercifully slammed into her, breaking through her inner walls and claiming what was his, just like a ruthless king would do.He fucked her hard, pulling out often just to do it all over again, spanking the other ass cheek and leaving a mark. Her needy moans became cries and screams of pleasure, begging him not to stop when his head hit so deep into her.

“Tell me princess, who owns you?” He growled, loud and clear. “Y-you do, Noah.” “Louder!” “You!” she cried, as the slapping of their skin together filled the room. “Good girl. Your body is mine to fuck whenever I want, am I right?” “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “Oh f-fuck. Noah, please, I need to cum. I’m almost,” she gasped, gripping the headboard as hard as she could. “No fucking way, I didn’t say you could,” flipping her over onto her back. She was a writhing mess, beautifully fucked to perfection according to Noah’s standards. It was time he gave her what she wanted, a perfect ending to her birthday. Leaning down into her, Noah brushed the hair from off her wet forehead, slowly kissing her lips.

He slipped his swollen cock back inside her, moaning from the way she slipped over him like a glove. “Fuck, baby, you’re pussy was made for my cock. You feel so good,” he whispered, hiking her leg higher around his waist. “Have you had enough, yet?” She nodded slowly, meeting his eyes for the first time in a while. Noah grinned. “I’m going to be mean and say I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough. Now, tell me who’s the king of this fucking pussy?” pushing himself up off her and placing her legs over his shoulders, only to sink deeper down into her until the pressure was too much. “Noah, you are, baby,” she cried, running her nails down his toned, tattooed arms. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” They kept eye contact for a long moment as Noah switched up his pace, making every thrust and drive into her, slower and more full that she could feel the entirety of his length each time he sunk down into her. “Give it to me, princess” he encouraged with no demand. “Let go, let me feel it, baby,” he cooed, kissing her sweetly. “Cum for me, please, do it now,” he begged, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She clung to him as he buried his face in her neck, working every part of her opened as she willingly submitted to his demands.  

“Noah,” she gasped, whining softly. “Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm so close.” 

“Shhh, I don't plan to, baby. Just please, turn those beautiful eyes up and look at me so I can watch you fall apart with me inside you.” There was a fever of desperation in him that she had never heard before and the second she locked eyes with Noah's, she surrendered completely to him, as she reached her full climax, her orgasm sweeping through her entire body. Muffled screams echoed off the walls. Her nails raked down Noah's back as her toes curled. Noah couldn’t control his urges any longer, cumming for a second time that night except this time filling her with his seed. 

The ride home was a quiet one. She drifted off between staying awake and falling asleep, all the while holding onto Noah’s hand tightly. It was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road. He kept looking over at her, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. “I love you. You’re beautiful,” he told her. She raised her sleepy up and smiled at him. “I love you, too, Noah.” Once she was asleep and he managed to get his hand back, Noah grabbed his phone to send a quick text to Jolly. A few minutes later, Jolly responded with the answer he was hoping for. 

“Hey, princess, wake up, baby, we’re home,” Noah roused her from sleep. She stretched and got out of the car as Noah grabbed her heels and picked her up into his arms and carried her inside. His heart was pounding hard and his nerves were on fire. Noah was starting to think his idea might’ve been a mistake, that maybe wasn’t ready to take the plunge he was about to. Dropping the shoes and keys on the floor, he managed to lock the door before heading upstairs with her still sound asleep in his arms. As he looked down at her, Noah smiled. She was the prettiest, most perfect thing ever to him and he knew right then he had no reason to be afraid. The feeling he had for her would never go away. 

“Hey baby, I’m putting you down. Let’s get you out of this dress and into bed, okay?” She nodded against his chest. “Noah,” she sighed through a yawn, “ I love you. Thanks for loving me,” Noah’s heart exploded inside him. “I love you, too, princess,” he managed to whisper. He placed her on her feet, opening their bedroom door and guiding her in. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth the moment she realized what she was looking at. “Noah!,” she cried softly, covering her mouth with both hands. He smiled widely at her. “Happy birthday, Princess.” She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him over and over. “Thank you, my love! Thank you so much,” she whispered against his lips. “Go look, there’s more,” he urged, taking her hands. He followed her into the room, taking in every single second of the moment as he leaned against the doorframe with his hands shoved into his pockets.

When she turned around with tears sliding down her cheeks, Noah knew he’d found his forever. “Well, will you?” he asked, nervously. She smiled and expelled a slight laugh. “It’s about fucking time you asked me, Sebastian!” Noah grinned, pushing away from the door frame. “Yeah, I know. I’m a little slow,” he admitted walking up to her and taking the small ring from her. “So, is that a yes? Marry me and have babies with me?” he asked, taking her left hand and slipping the ring onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly. “It fits, so I guess so,” she joked, embarrassing him and locking him in a sloppy, yet happy kiss. “Ugh, god, is that the only reason?” he mumbled against her lips, laughing. “No.” she giggled. “I love you, Noah. Yes, I’ll marry you and have babies with you!” “Thank god,” he sighed dramatically. “I was beginning to think you 're going to tell me to get lost.” “Well, you know,” “Hey now!” Noah laughed, poking her in the sides as she laughed. Picking her up again, he tossed her onto the bed full of rose petals. “Happy Birthday, beautiful,” he said, sliding her dress up around her waist, and removing her panties. “I’ve got one more gift for you. I hope you’ll like it,” he teased, giving her sly smile before diving deep into her sex, and giving her another gift she’d always remember.

[lexxlifephotography]

The moment Horizon Zero Dawn felt authentic and real to me.

I was in America with @projectdrow in 2013 and we saw San Fran, L.A. and of course Las Vegas. Our last destination was relatives of mine in Colorado Springs. My mother's cousin had of course planned a lot of sightseeing, including the United States Air Force Academy. The really impressive and beautiful church on the campus grounds was a particular highlight. I immediately pulled out my camera and tried to capture the architecture. When I went inside the building itself, I was amazed. The stained glass windows illuminated the whole thing so beautifully.

Seven short years later, I played Horizon Zero Dawn for the first time. While searching for the panoramas, I came across the (probably millennia-old) dilapidated church.

That was when the game took on a nearly uncomfortable and fascinating authenticity. It was not a fantasy world. It was our world. And the whole thing made the story more “real” and comprehensible. Hopefully for us, to never experience the same fate as them.

[thesaurushouseofdesign]

Benedict and Nancy Freedman House

LOST in the L.A. fires...

Freedman House at 315 Vía De La Paz, Pacific Palisades was designed in 1949 by Modernist architect Richard Neutra.

The clients were Benedict and Nancy Freedman, a husband-and-wife screenwriting partnership who worked from home and had a new baby.

Sliding walls of glass opened the house up to the private yard and swimming pool. Inside, a built-in chaise lounge near the living room fireplace enhances this mini writers' retreat.

Over the decades, the house underwent thoughtful renovations by architect Peter Grueneisen for subsequent owners, ensuring its relevance while maintaining its architectural integrity.

Despite its historic significance and status as an enduring symbol of Neutra's vision, the Freedman House was tragically lost in recent fires.

This destruction serves as a sobering reminder of the vulnerability of architectural landmarks to environmental challenges, especially in wildfire-prone regions like California.

The loss not only diminishes our physical connection to mid-century modernism but also underscores the urgent need to prioritize the preservation and protection of culturally and architecturally significant structures through adaptive reuse and resilient design strategies. 

Photos: Julius Shulman, 1950,

©J. Paul Getty Trust. Getty Research Institute, Los Angeles; photo restoration by Modernist Collection.

[fashionbooksmilano]

L.A.Deco

Carla Breeze

Introduction by David Gebhard

Rizzoli, New York 1991, 96 pages, 24x21,5cm, ISBN 0-8478-14 34-3

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

The architecture and interior design of 1920s and 1930s Los Angeles is celebrated in this delightful photographic tour of fabulously detailed residential, commercial, and public buildings. The distinctive Southern California version of the Art Deco style is revealed, from the hilltop Griffith Observatory to the houses designed by Lloyd Wright, among many others. An insightful introduction by respected architectural historian David Gebhard discusses the history of the style as it was adopted in the sunny, rather sleepy region during the early decades of the twentieth century. As a guidebook to extant architecture of the period in Los Angeles, L.A. Deco offers the latest look at these historic buildings, through the lens of Carla Breeze, a New York City-based photographer and the author of Pueblo Deco.

05/01/25

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE BIGGEST BITE IN THE MONSTROUS BURGER HISTORY OF CLASSIC, VINTAGE LOS ANGELES.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on “The Burger That Ate L.A," a now legendary and world famous burger joint on Melrose Ave. in the shape of a giant cheeseburger. "This amazing attempt at wackiness was designed by Solberg and Lowe Architects and created by owner David Alderman. "

MINI-OVERVIEW: "We all know that programmatic architecture in Los Angeles was very popular in the 1920s and 1930s, but here’s an example of a programmatic structure, during the 1980s and 1990s… The Burger That Ate L.A. was a latecomer in Los Angeles' venerable pantheon of fantasy architecture. It ranked up there with Randy's Donuts and Tail o' the Pup.

The Burger That Ate L.A. held its own on trendy Melrose Ave. The bun-shaped dome once devoured the corner of Stanley Avenue. The unconventional facade (with sesame seeds) was shaped like a giant cheeseburger had glass bricks forming as ketchup and oozing with onions. The structure also appeared to have a missing bite chomping on City Hall."

-- ALISON MARTINO'S "Vintage Los Angeles," "The Burger That Ate L.A.," published June 15, 2024

Source: http://martinostimemachine.blogspot.com/2024/06/the-burger-that-ate-la.html.

[oldshowbiz]

Courtyard Housing was one of the first architectural trends in L.A. history.

[palilalia]

PAL-090 To Live and Shave in L.A. 4LP box set

"The Wigmaker in Eighteenth- Century Williamsburg."

Palilalia is proud to present this 25th anniversary deluxe reissue of To Live and Shave in L.A.'s "The Wigmaker in Eighteenth- Century Williamsburg." in an expanded 4LP box set.

The four LPs contain all 27 tracks from the original “Wigmaker” double CD remastered for vinyl, including complete lyrics, original liner notes & production credits, plus an entire LP side of unreleased songs from the original 1996 version of the album.

The set also includes a 36-page perfect-bound book with never- before-seen photos, a critical appreciation by Matmos’ Drew Daniel, and a 10,000 word oral history of the five year period 1995-2000 that bandleader Tom Smith worked on Wigmaker, including interviews with the band, the label, the many guest musicians, and friends and co-conspirators like Aaron Dilloway, Jim O’Rourke and others.

It ships April 10th 2025 on what would have been Tom Smith’s 69th birthday.

A gloriously hostile masterpiece whose time has come... The product of five years of jamming, equipment mooching, couch- surfing, and marathon self-editing, the record is at once supremely out of control and structured to the tiniest detail. — Drew Daniel

An ambitious marriage of ass-shaking rock dynamics, hard disk manipulation, ‘sound on sound’ concrete architecture and industrial strength electronics... Intellectually savage — David Keenan, The Wire

A truly great album... totally convinced of its own necessity and complete in its absurdity. From the perplexing cover art to its utterly indigestible length, there is no wink or nudge to suggest this is an elaborate put-on, no window left open to the real world... 8.5 — Jason Nickey, Pitchfork

[archiveofaffinities]

Screenshot Polaroid 001, Marques Houston, "Tired of Hollywood", 2024

[neo-502-kiana]

ARCHITECTURE STUDY : CYBERPUNK 2077

Cyberpunk architecture is a sub-genre of architecture the draws inspiration from the futuristic, dystopian settings found in cyberpunk literature and movies. It is often identified by a blend of futuristic, high tech design and gritty industrial features. The architecture draws heavily from the architecture of the 20th century—primarily the Brutalist movement. The Brutalist movement is a style that developed in the 1950s in the United Kingdom post World War II. There is a distinct emphasis on materials, textures, and construction.  Cyberpunk architecture makes use of the Brutalist movement’s concrete, steel and glass concepts in a natural and unpolished manner. Yet, it manages to add high-tech elements such as holographic projections, neon lights, digital displays, etc.  In the case of Cyberpunk 2077’S Night City a sprawling metropolis with large skyscrapers and mega-buildings create the beautiful skyline, yet the city is an evident mix of old and new—run down buildings manage to co-exist with high-tech structures.  Night City uses a lot of references to L.A, Detroit, Tokyo, and Hong Kong, however they primarily worked on from a clean slate. Urban Design experts were involved in the process to ensure that Night City looks credible—moving as a real city.

Night City wants to make you feel small and meaningless. The higher the building the more dominant it is. What happens behind the building is of little importance. That is why you get slum like areas even in the more central locations. Although there are obviously some things that could have been done about it, it seems that Night City was not built as a Theme Park. The image of the city, or how the inhabitants see it seems of little importance. Night City is a living, breathing metaphor. It is what you get when ambition, violence and overpopulation are the core foundation of the world you are building. Everybody wants a piece of the pie even if there is not enough for everybody. There are four varieties of stylistic identity used in the construction of the game: Entropism, Kitsch, Neo-Militarism, and Neo-Kitsch:

Entropism: Necessity over style. Buildings created in this style are old, grey and decrepit and are will often be found in areas where people cannot afford to modernize with the rest of society. Entropism, is a style based on poverty and a severe lack of resources. In a nutshell, this style visually tells the story of the very poor social layer of our world.

Kitsch: Style over Substance. Counter-Cultural movement against the austerity of the old days; an expression of happiness an d recovered. Bold colors, bright plastic and accessibility. Kitsch describes a slightly richer social layer of our world. Members of this social class would use some cyberware just to look amazing and grab attention. Architecture here would also be very attractive, with a lot of vibrant colors, a lot of shiny materials like plastic or good fabrics.

Neo-Militarism: Substance over style. Separated from the austerity of Entropism by its sleek and domineering aesthetic. It’s power dressing and has an air of luxury. A deadly layers of elegance and corporate, militaristic fashion. Associated with mega-corporations. Neomilitarism is very minimalistic, very rich, and very sleek. 

Neo-Kitsch: Style and substance. Holds similarity to Kitsch however it lacks semblance to the movement its predecessor aligned with. This is the youngest style in Night City but also a style only for the richest of the rich. People so rich you cannot even begin to imagine what you would do with all the money that they have. It uses only the most expensive materials in our universe like wood, gold, real animal leather and very unique but slick architecture design.

ARCHITECTS BENJAMIN BALL AND ALEX READINGER'S REVIEW OF NIGHT CITY IN CYBERPUNK 2077

Do you think it is realistic, what it would be like in 2070?:

Benjamin Ball: “I think cities are going to become more and more dense. We are going to be more packed in close to infrastructure. Old zoning rules will not apply. We will have to build closer and higher—we will have to build closer to freeways. People will have less personal space. There will be more, and more, runaway capitalism…Yeah maybe this [Night City] is a good take on what 2077 would look like...Hyper dense, very vertical places. “A lot of signage take on a lot of visage on the buildings.”

How sustainable do you think the city will be?

Alex Readinger: “It doesn’t look sustainable at all. There are wall-mounted exterior air conditioner units. This particular cyberpunk version has this ‘Bladerunner’ neon, whereas my version of the future would be powered by algae.”

Benjamin Ball: “Hard to say. Out environments would be synthetic—will be manufactured….Climate will have changed. It will be like living in a machine. Is that sustainable? I don’t know…We would be a lot more solar, a lot more nuclear, and a lot more hydrogen. Who knows?

Cyberpunk 2077 captures a lens of the world that encapsulates the future not just architecturally, but also sonically, politically, and in every single way. 

Alex Readinger: “What is frightening is that it feels like a world without relief. Endless sex shops, neon—no end to the noir experience.”

Benjamin Ball: “Endless trail. Endless maze. There is no break from the commercialism of it. Nothing comes out as sacred. There is no nature—it is all about consumption and desire. It’s relentless and it’s where we are headed.”

When you get to the columbarium—even death has be industrialized. “Step up as a uniform and non-personal gridded space with a digital readout. Even spaces that could be sacred was specifically designed not to be.” (Alex Readinger)

PROJECT: HOW/WHY IS IT APPLICABLE?

I plan to recreate chosen locations in Louisville while staying true to architectural design choices that have been used to create Cyberpunk 2077’s Night City. Since cities do not have to be recreated to have a Cyberpunk feel. All a city needs to go through is layers and layers of add-ons while keeping everything in the past. So I will do that exact thing with Louisville. Staying true to our local history while adding a bit of the fictional narratives associated with the Cyberpunk 2077 universe. For example, the downtown builds may depict Humana or the PNC Bank as a “mega-corporation” that domineers over all. Additionally, I will apply the concepts of brutalism into my builds as well. 

SOURCES

https://youtu.be/HnlaJFf7mC8?si=2PuUSZLs6lAAJUhl

https://www.domusweb.it/en/architecture/gallery/2020/12/21/night-city-how-the-cyberpunk-2077s-megalopolis-was-built.html

https://iuliu-cosmin-oniscu.medium.com/a-brief-look-at-cyberpunk-2077-city-design-night-city-66b54f686b66

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/inside-the-design-of-cyberpunk-2077s-urban-dystopia

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/brutalist-architecture-101

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Neokitsch

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Neomilitarism

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Kitsch

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Entropism