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Hugo Ballin has become discouraged in his effort to make beautiful pictures. Always artistic and idealistic, he has discovered that such qualities are not appreciated by the powers who control the him world. He was a recognized artist before he became associated with picture work. As color is his hobby, he intends to make one color film before he gives up the screen. If he accomplishes his ambition, the fickle producers will doubtless hail him as a genius — and wonder where he has hidden his talent all these years
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HAT'S Hugo Ballin!
You remember Hugo Ballin, dont you? The
The
Disillusioned DIRECTOR
By Madeline Matzen
everybody is writing novels.
Being curious — I went and called on him.
He lives in a charming and sedate house on a quiet, shady street in Hollywood. There is a garden, beside the house, full of pink roses, blue delpheniums, joyous lilies and other sweet-smelling things. Mabel Ballin was watering the garden. She wore a gay print dress and a big scoop hat.
The hose sent a shower of clear drops across the flowers and the sun made a little rainbow where the water fell, there was a little twinkle in Mrs. Ballin's eyes and 1 was glad that I had come.
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director who first introduced natural lighting on the screen. The man who gave us real settings in the place of the flimsy, unconvincing affairs that we had been used to. Who gave us the first picture that was ever made without a subtitle. Who made "Becky Sharp" and "Jane Eyre" and other beautiful and simple pictures for us — and who introduced us to Mabel Ballin, she of the demure costumes and the pixie eyes.
Yes, of course, you remember his pictures ! And perhaps you have been wondering what has become of him ?
I was curious, too. I had heard rumors about him — that he was painting murals, gorgeous ones — that he was writing novels, pretty fair novels, too, for a day when
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The Ballins are a happy, contented couple who see color in everything whether it is painted by Mother Nature or by themselves. At the top is the disillusioned director and above is his own favorite painting of his wife, Mabel Ballin
Inside, their house is
and uncluttered. It is themost restful place I have encountered so far. But perhaps I have grown too used to cinema celebrities who adorn their dwelling-places with plush and lace pillows, incense pots of near-bronze, many kewpie-dolls and other startling "novelties." At any rate, the Ballin home is a refreshing oasis in the jazzland of filmdom.
A sea-breeze blew the muslin curtains back and forth, there were cigarets in a huge silver box and on the wall facing me was a great mural painting of golden vistas
which Mr. Ballin had just completed.
It was hard to tell which thing enthused him the most
— the new mural or the new book which he was busily
proofreading.
The new book is a sort of revelation and prophecy
concerning life in the motion picture colony. A curious
compound of colorful truth and theories I guessed as he
read some passages from it aloud to me.
Four novels and two delightful murals are the fruits
of Mr. Ballin's vacation from film work.
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