Trip to Toy Town

Today I did something I always wanted to do – explored the district adjacent to downtown L.A.'s skid row, euphemistically called “Toy Town”. I say ‘euphemistically’ because there are precious few toy wholesalers in the area. Every other open-front store space sells car fragrances, bad resin statuary, Rock Star Beer and Red Bull, or hair accessories and keychains. Underlying the pervasive apple candy smell was the occasional wafting of raw sewage and vinyl.

Found some amazing cheap toys from China designed for who-knows-what-market. The best one was the "Electromotion Dung Beetle". It was a plastic insectile creature about the size of a baseball cap with wings decorated with letters of the alphabet (why?) and wearing tennis shoes. When turned on, its eyes flashed, its wings spread, exposing his guts which appear to be full of churning, colored, plastic sand. But that's not all -- it had a sound system that blared out some bad electronic Chinese pop music (complete with vocals) as it ran across the floor, legs a-pumping. An incredible number of features were thoughtlessly crammed into that one toy.

The box had lots of interesting sell copy - 'All new items, it cannot be missed!' 'Toy series with strong sense for playing!' and my favorite, 'The unlimited bout between technology and strength!' I didn't buy one because they wanted to charge me the full retail price of $4 instead of the wholesale price they quoted me first of $2.25.

Bought a few other toys that must have been designed by people smoking crack or inhaling too many toxic vinyl fumes. It is unbelievable that these toys go through an entire manufacturing process only to wind up....well, I don't know where. These are toys that never see the inside of any local toy retailers, if I can believe the woman I queried. She said that most of her big customers were out-of-state, Canadian or other international buyers (Mexico?) Interestingly, every outlet had a Chinese shrine and Mexican employees. The more enlightened owners were rattling off directions in Spanish. Others made do with both sides speaking halting English.

Almost everything I bought cost a dollar…but I suspect if I purchased in bulk the price would have dropped considerably. There was a series of simply designed pull-string friction toys that were the most, well, original. One looks like a Sphinx but with the body of a fish, the head of a girl with two arms extended around a dolphin attached by its fin, to her chest. A yellow and pink ‘lotus’ grows out of her back. When the string in her nether region is pulled, she is propelled forward on two wheels as the flower spins open. It is all rendered in carefully molded pink, yellow, green and flesh-colored plastic, and decorated with randomly designed stickers (the one on the front of the dolphin says ‘289’. If anyone knows the significance of that number in relation to fishy-Sphinxes, contact me immediately).

A similarly engineered toy features a big naked baby in a stroller. It is holding a bottle, but appears to have a small umbrella impaled in its head. Hanging from the umbrella are white dingle balls that spin wildly when the toy moves forward. This bears a sticker of a monkey with a banana peel on its head, and the number ‘209’. (Perhaps these are model numbers?) This toy is actually reminiscent of old tin toys with same enigmatic headgear.

One last item – “2 Funny Gums”. These cleverly designed faux name-brand gum packages have the words ‘Cockroach Mint’ replacing the familiar logo. It is called a ‘chewing gum game’ and bears a warning on the side of each package: ‘Forbidder to affright ill and cowardly person’. When the unwitting dupe pulls on the bogus stick of gum, a rubber cockroach verrr-ry slowly snaps down on his finger. (I think the rubber bug is too big and it takes too long to free itself from the package…)

All of these toys bear tiny warnings of ‘Choking hazard. Not for children under 3 years.’

The knock-off market was enough to make a Disney or Nickelodeon lawyer’s head spin like an impaled umbrella. Some were thinly disguised re-uses of Toy Story character molds, while others were bad versions of SpongeBob Squarepants. Would a child be fooled by a knock-off? Or just as happy with one? And what would a child’s reaction be to receiving a boy doll called, ‘Lovely Child with Cutie Cellular’? I could not stop wondering who buys all these toys? Or whether a child unschooled in irony would appreciate the absurdity of the play value?

Kiss Me Jocko

Sorry, all weekend that song was running through my head..."Another opening, another show..."

Thanks to all of the LATDA supporters who showed up for pinot (grigio not noir) and popcorn at the Noho Gallery last night! It was a festive event drawing people from as far south as Irvine and as far north as Marin. Worlds collided and merged as friends of Harvey Jordan mingled with friends of LATDA. In fact we discovered some very mystical overlaps in the two circles.

Special thanks to Nancy Lane and Zhanna of Color Me Mine for wine and cash register wrangling (as well as gracious hosting); Barbara Kwong (affectionately known as the 'Genius' sister)for her amazing snickerdoodle, chocolate chip, and oatmeal cookies (if you didn't come and taste these, you should kick yourself for an opportunity missed); Harvey Jordan for inviting us to collaborate; Farrah at Duck Soup, Rocky Behr at the Folk Tree, Alex Dong at Lexin Toys, Dave Schylling at Schylling Toys, and Billy Shire at Wacko, for their toy donations and loans; Jay Aldrich, Marilyn Frandsen and Vicky Murakami-Tsuda for their toy loans; and Unkle Dan Kwong for documenting the affair. And thank you to all our friends who fed the monkey with donations and purchased memorabilia all to support our cause - you inspire us to bigger and better future projects!

More thanks to "Team Jocko" - Bev, Blue, Gary for their versatility and ingenuity in preparing everything from popcorn to product up to and after the last minute; and Ron Stroud at JANM for production aid.

Let's do this again real soon! And if you haven't seen the show yet, you have until April 24th! (There may be a test...)

In praise of LATDA's 'Graphics Guy'

By now many of you have received the postcard advertising our most recent show. Whether you have received the real or the virtual card, you will probably recognize the creative hand of Gary van der Steur, who only half-jokingly refers to himself as our 'graphics guy'. We know him as much more (as you will in the future) since he has almost single-handedly created the look and tone of LATDA. Father of Jocko and Jacko, writer of the LATDA theme song (we must be the only museum to have its own theme song - how cool is that?), designer of our official t-shirt, our web site - Gary has really put his heart and soul (and his quirky, edgy mind) into this work. All without monetary compensation, we should add.

If you haven't already linked to his web site through ours, take some time to do so soon. Make yourself comfortable and explore his personal works (he's just finished a new piece called "Moon in the Trees") and marvel that all you see, hear and read comes from one source.

When you've finished listening, laughing and crying, stand up and clap your cymbals together in applause!

Then push one of the donation buttons on our web site so we can start paying the guy someday!

Happy Girl's Day

Last year was the first time in 18 years that I forgot to put up the Ohinasan. We were just coming down from the frenzy of college application deadlines. My mother was having a hip replacement on March 2, so much time was spent driving to and from the hospital, and no one was in the mood to partake in the ritual of unpacking the twelve dolls and assembling the wooden dais. Once I realized I had missed March 3, I guiltily decided to let the dolls slumber for another year in their acid free tissue.

It is my contention that the time from January 1 to April 5 (my birthday) passes faster than the rest of the months of the year. Nearly every day in January is someone’s birthday in my family, and then you have the shortest month. This year was no exception, but there was the added stress of trying to curate and install an exhibition (albeit small) in 21 days. So when I realized last night (really this morning because I went to bed at 1:00 am) that it was Girl’s Day again, I was determined to get up early and set the dolls up – even if it meant being late for work.

For those of you who have no idea of what I am talking about, March 3 in Japan is designated as Hinamatsuri, or the Doll’s Festival. Sometimes it is referred to as Momo-no-Sekku (Peach Blossom Festival) or Girl’s Day (as opposed to May 5 which was known as Boy’s Day when they fly carp kites in celebration). What started out as a Chinese custom of transferring one’s woes to straw dolls and sailing them down a river (away from you) developed into a celebration centered around an elaborate set of dolls representing the Japanese Imperial court. The future of the daughters in the house were attached to the ceremonies and rituals surrounding the display of these dolls once a year. Tea parties involving fancy food preparation were part of a young girl’s training. Superstitions arose from how one honored the dolls. In some regions, keeping the display up longer than three days, meant the daughter(s) of the house would never marry. In other areas, keeping the display up for a month was insurance of marital bliss.

In our family, we had a fairly modest set that was given to my mother at birth. When I was old enough to research such things (and after seeing Shirley Temple’s set at the Museum of Science and Industry) I realized that we seemed to be missing several of the beautiful accessories that are part of the display – lacquered dishes, a palanquin, an orange and peach tree, and two lanterns. Also missing were several musical instruments, the Imperial crowns, and one samurai sword. When I asked my mother about this, she said that she did have all the accessories, but when her family was being sent to one of America’s concentration camps during World War II, her mother threw anything that was overtly symbolic of Japan in the trash. This included the Ohinasan. Fortunately a non-Japanese neighbor witnessed this event and rescued most of the pieces and saved them until my mother’s family returned from Manzanar years later. I later learned that this was the fate of many a Hina doll set belonging to Japanese American families during the war. Some people only threw out the two figures representing the Imperial couple, so many sets are missing those two dolls.

My siblings and I were a little less than reverent when it came to the Ohinasan. While we enjoyed unpacking the mothball scented toys and setting up the lacquered palace, it was not unusual for my mother to walk in and find that we had switched heads around (having discovered that the tiny wooden heads were easy to remove and replace) putting the old bearded samurai head on one of the ladies-in-waiting or something equally hilarious.

As I grew older and more respectful I started to search for replacement parts, but the set was old and of an unusual scale so it was difficult. Over the years my brother and husband have fashioned small instruments and a new sword for the musicians and samurai. I found a crown for sale in a gift store that had old stock. It is a tad ostentatious for the Empress, since it is of a larger scale, but I don’t think she minds much. When LATDA has its first Hinamatsuri exhibit, you can judge for yourself.

Dream Parks, February 21

Save the date! Thanks to one of our members, Harvey Jordan, we are embarking on our second public appearance! This one will be running concurrently with the Lite-Brite display at MONA (see blog entry for 10/17/04) which has been held over until April 3. The new exhibit will take place across town in North Hollywood (not far from the North Hollywood Metro station) on Lankershim Blvd.

The title of the show:
Dream Parks: Artwork and Toys from the Amusement Park Collection and the Los Angeles Toy, Doll, and Amusements Museum.

Are you on our mailing list? Email or snail mail? Postcards and invitations to a reception will be going out shortly. Give us your contact information or stay tuned for details.

Crazy for You

Interesting headline in the L.A. Times yesterday: “Teddy Bear Chief Quits Board of Vt. Hospital.” It appears the Vermont Teddy Bear Co. produced a Valentine’s Day bear, dressed in a straitjacket and marketed under the name "Crazy for You”. This fact would have passed unnoticed, or with only slightly raised eyebrows had not the head of the company been a member of the board of Vermont’s largest hospital.

Advocates for the mentally ill and the Governor (not Howard Dean) deemed the product ‘insensitive’. While Elizabeth Robert resigned from the hospital’s board, the company did not take the product off the market…and it sold out last week at $69.95 a pop! (Look for them on E-bay soon and buy one to donate to our collection…)

- OH MY! Crazy Alert! I just checked E-bay and see that the ursine character in question is already being touted for as high as $15,000.00!!! Never mind…only donate one to us if you get one as a gift and don’t want it.

This reminds me of the time I produced a calendar made of 3” high felt bears as an art piece. I made a bear that somehow expressed or encapsulated each day of my life for a year. The piece appeared in progress at the Barnsdall Municipal Art Gallery in December 1978 as part of that year’s A Magical Mystery Tour Show – a long defunct and much missed L.A. tradition. Art critic Suzanne Muchnic drew the short straw and had to cover it for the L.A.Times. She called me for an interview and seemed much annoyed at having to ask me about the piece at all. She wanted to know why… and I answered that I was a toy artist (nomenclature that apparently means something in the current art toys movement, but was gibberish in 1978) and that the bears sort of were my personal art icon. The piece was my way of taking it a step further by having the bears stand in for a year of my life. (I could tell I wasn’t convincing her.) She asked me what kinds of events were represented -- like how did I represent the Jonestown Massacre? I told her that I tried not to censor myself, but that most of the incidents were personal, so that particular event wasn’t an issue. But I did admit to copping out on Easter and making a bear with bunny ears rather than on a crucifix. She didn’t laugh.

In fact I am seriously considering putting her description of my work on my tombstone: “It all looks too cute for a real live person.”

Urban Toy Show

Earlier this month I attended my first Urban Toy Collectors Show and Sale in Pasadena. I was looking forward to finally talking to people who might be able to educate me on the whole urban toy phenomenon. (I have since received my copy of Vinyl Will Kill and hope to become more enlightened soon) Imagine my disappointment when, after hiking around a labyrinth of elevators and parking structures (tersely redirected by Chinese entrepreneurs having a convention in the same building) the show amounted to a mere six 8 ft. tables placed around a small room and sparsely covered with mostly toys by one manufacturer, Toy2R.

Slim though the pickings were, I got the feeling that I was seeing the beginning of something that will soon be bigger and more mainstream in the not too distant future. These are the first defectors from Comic-Con. The Blue Fairy has endowed these comic book/graphic novel figures with life, and they have run away, like Collodi’s Pinocchio.

From what I could gather, the word ‘toy’ in urban toy is kind of misleading. It is definitely more art than toy, although by the nature of materials and manufacturing (vinyl, plastic, and mass production) these objects could really serve as toys. (Although I don’t see someone paying $60 for a vinyl figure and then handing it over to a toddler to gnaw on – well, maybe $10.)

The coordinator of this show was a young Asian American woman who goes by the name “Mochi”. I was impressed by her knowledge of self-promotion. I think that’s why I expected so much of the show. The ads were professional and large and in all the local papers. Expecting that Mochi was a very savvy retailer, I asked her where her store was. As it turns out she is just a devoted fan of the Urban Toy Movement and organized the show to attract people to buy from and trade with.

Urban (or Designer)Toys are like a dimensional response to video/computer games. To me at least, there is still something missing. The future of toys lies somewhere between these two. There is a tactile quality that urban toys provide – the secret pocket companionship that is missing from the world of gaming. But the graphics reflect the same image world of computer and video games. There is a lot of violence and darkness here. And some of it seems to have form over substance – it looks cool but refers to nothing with which I can identify(is this user failure on my part?) Not that toys need to be Sanrio-cute to be ‘good’ toys – but much of what I saw lacked soul. The best of what I’ve seen in this genre is able to evoke a good hearty laugh or at least a smile. It will be interesting to watch the evolution of these toys…