Persian
2025
One morning shortly after I moved in, Mr. Aziz came to my office and carefully surveyed my efforts at decoration.
The Persian rug from my father’s study fit nicely in the waiting room. Four dark leather chairs were grouped on opposite walls with a small table between each pair. On the tables were copies of “Holiday” magazine. On the walls were black and white photos taken, developed, mounted and framed by my friend Lou Simon. Each was a severe but complex noir depiction of Los Angeles. I had a vague hope that prospective clients in the waiting room would absorb the unlikely combination of the chilling side of the city with the colorful comforts of elegant and exotic travel as a sign that my services wouldn’t come cheap.
