David James and son Seven, atop the Los Feliz Club Apartments with Vermont Ave in the background. The Onyx Cafe was located on the spot (bright-strobe) in the photo behind them. This 'spot' now is occupied by Figaro Cafe.
the guys -- eric pan, dave weidman, darrell, dave rockello, myself and stefani, steve allan griffin, larry stevens and of course, joshua jose were hanging at the tribal café, kindof like a dry-run, actually i was there for the "free" cappuccinos. pixs of the rest of the gang will follow on this entry.
DID VICTOR BALOGH ALSO DO THE WALLS? BEAUTIFUL WORK !
i notice that 'lil stefani being that she is only 2 and a half, does wonders with crayons. sometime ago, she's done some crayon work on my personal hamper. what amazes me, is that she hasn't touched on the walls yet (knock on wood), or maybe she would eventually?
i honestly don't think i'll have much time to spend on this killer PS2 racing sim, but since 'lil stefani has displayed interest in anything pertaining to "automobiles", i just thought she should spend some time playing with it instead. so far, she's got a knack of popping the game discs in and out of the PS2 cleanly, and there are times she uses the unit as a step ladder.
"I don't care about making photography an art," said Mr. Steichen. "I want to make good photographs. I'd like to know who first got it in his head that dreaminess and mist is art.
Take things as they are; take good photographs and the ART WILL TAKE CARE OF ITSELF."
the PHOTO GALLERY containing photographs taken at the Onyx Café is work in progress, most of these scanned negatives were recently unearthed. since i've benefitted a great deal from the onyx cafe(free coffee, etc.), it's now payback time to mr. john leech and to every soul i hung out with, with my photographs. enjoy!!!
the Onyx Café was more than just an institutional cafe to most of the regulars and myself. it was a "state of mind" without the aid of any mind altering pill. it was a place where you can actually feel how "timeless" the place was. it was a conglomerated convergence of people from all walks of life. from hollywood celebs to suitcase-geared travelling bohemians introducing themselves, and being welcomed (and not interrupting any intellectual arguments). it was the crossroads to every major city on this planet. it was happening! day and night, into day again. amidst the aroma of the coffee lingering in the air, there was also, all kinds of drama. but we will not go there. you can never complain about the taste of espressos and cappuccinos served here, nor how the architectural facade of the place appeared, nor even how people looked or dressed. people come here for the same one thing that everyone else is seeking --- and it's not just the java. it is.. NIRVANA. yep. and the whole crowd was experiencing it collectively.
