Unknown, Japanese geranium farm near Malibu Beach, 1950s
This postcard shows the colorful geranium farm that used to be visible from the Pacific Coast Highway in central Malibu, just west of Malibu Creek. This was the Takahashi Geranium Farm owned and operated by a Japanese-American family from at least the 1940s to the early 1970s. Serra Retreat is visible in the distance at the right of the image.
Eric Wienberg Collection of Malibu Matchbooks, Postcards, and Ephemera 0129:
can you do farleigh with a malibu and pineapple? like with a really introverted reader
also happy birthdayyy<3
join my birthday celebration!! - thank you! i luv writing farleigh so much
malibu and pineapple: talking all night but barely interacting in real life/in front of other people
there weren't many people as observant as oliver quick. he has a special way of seeing people, and even understanding them in most cases. that's why you've been avoiding him all night.
and he's not the only one you've been avoiding.
you've seen the way farleigh has been sneaking glances at you from across the bar. nothing crazy, at least you don't think. maybe wondering if you were going to approach him, or just keeping an eye on you, you weren't sure. he knew this wasn't your normal scene, you'd confessed that to him a few nights ago during your long, late night instant messaging session. you'd grown quite fond of AOL user farfarleigh90, even if you were still scared of the human behind the screen.
"you alright?" one of your friends asked, noticing the way you'd been staring off into space. "yeah, i just might need to get some air." you informed, wanting to get rid of oliver's intruding stare. your friend nodded as you made your way to the side door of the bar that opened onto a patio. you could feel oliver's stare burning into you, as if he knew about your secret friendship that was slowly blossoming into something more.
you were alone for the patio for a bit, nursing the drink in your hand. you enjoyed the solitude, and the fresh air even more. something about seeing oxford lit up at night always made you feel good. knowing everyone was living their own life, and you were there to witness it was something special, so you basked in that feeling for a while.
until you were interrupted by the loud creek of the wooden bar door. your head snapped to the sound, wanting to see who was interrupting your alone time. "am i allowed out here?" farleigh's voice teased, knowing how much you liked being alone. "always," you assured him. no matter how shy you felt, or how low your social battery had run, something about farleigh's presence always lit a fire inside you.
"i think i may be too drunk to message you tonight," he warned. you only now picked up on the slur in his voice and the slight stumble in his step as he walked over to you. "that's okay, we're talking now." you assured. farleigh smiled, asking you about how your night was going. you explained how you hated being out, but didn't want to skip your friend's birthday. he enjoyed you teasing, both over messages and in-person.
you two conversed for a while, before felix's voice was loud enough to be heard from outside. "it sounds like i should head back in there," farleigh excused himself, "don't wanna miss all the fun, and whatnot." you nodded, "talk tomorrow?" he didn't hesitate before replying, "of course, i'd never miss it."
Deep into a Malibu canyon, up switchback roads and overlooking a creek, is Wayne Brady’s house. With a view of the Pacific, a creek, and not much else, save for tall gates, it’s a fortress of solitude. “It’s a great place to think,” Brady, 51, says.
And he has been doing plenty of that. Brady — known as much for his deft comic timing as his fully loaded smile — is ready to tell the world how he identifies: “I am pansexual,” he says, meaning that he is attracted to persons regardless of their sex or gender.
Beck gave Kai a nod in greeting as he entered his favorite shop in Merrock, well, second to Shosh's place now. He could see his mom rolling her eyes already because anything he bought today would probably end up at his parents' to store.
Talking to Darrius at Creek Fest had him thinking about attempting another surf in the colder temperatures, but he'd do his research this time and get the proper gear. No harm in looking, anyway. As he browsed through the wetsuits, he spotted a familiar face out of the corner of his eye, a fellow lover of a good wave.
"The wife know you're here or did I never see you?" He joked, which he could do because though he wasn't married yet himself, he knew who ran the world. But maybe Theo didn't lose money here like Beck did, it was his Vegas casino.