Two men who changed their fields forever
The strange house on 23rd Street — a trapezoid of plywood, shower glass and chain link fence — was the laughingstock of our Santa Monica neighborhood. Even Frank Gehry’s gardener joked about the architect owner: “Poor Mr. Gehry.” Years later, my father and I attended an inaugural concert given at his stunning, sculpted Disney Hall. The Berlin Philharmonic played Schubert, with Sir Simon Rattle conducting the most enchanting music I’d ever heard. The architect Gehry listened in the middle of the hall with no fanfare. At intermission, I approached him for a brief ...