You've seen them. Maybe one has even parked on your street: a conversion van, curtains drawn, or a camper with signs of everyday life. They are so ubiquitou...
You may recognize Art Goldberg as the tall, lanky, gray-haired man standing on the corner of Echo Park Avenue and Sunset Boulevard every Friday for the past six years, without fail, holding a hand-painted sign asking you to honk if you want to end the war in Iraq. But for......
At a BOXeight Fashion Week show, you expect to find the standard batch of bony models, fashion-forward magazine editors and flamboyant buyers, but who’s the silver-bearded cowboy? That’s Brady Westwater, a.k.a the L.A. Cowboy, director of Economic Development for BOXeight. He was instrumental in getting the event off the ground......
Sepia-stained clowns, as if from an old-timey circus, teeter by on stilts. Dusty postapocalyptic warriors slither down from the sky on aerial silks. Sooty urchins of the Great Plague dance hypnotically. At a Lucent Dossier show you experience a world that doesn’t exist, a place where the future and the......
It all started as an experiment back in 2006. Miguel Nelson and his wife, Sherry Walsh, began renting out their home, called Marvimon, a swanky, converted old car showroom at the edge of Chinatown, for photo, television and film shoots, and private events. They also began holding a monthly clandestine......
Ray Cirino would be a good guy to know. Cause, when it all goes to pot, the bottom falls out and we’re headed waddle over tail feathers to hell in a hand basket, he’ll be sitting in a stainless-steel lotus-shaped hot tub, heated by the timbers of our wasted society......
I expected to find a pile of cocaine and naked, underage women when I arrived at the Steel Panther lair in Canoga Park. But by 10 a.m., the supplies of both had long since vanished. Though they hadn’t slept yet, the band was still awake, a bit bleary-eyed, but their......
The air was fragrant with charcoal smoke and a bouquet of charring meats from backyard barbecues. Some families gathered on their front porches to watch the fading light of day, a man drank a beer in a recliner under an avocado tree, a woman watered her humble garden. Somehow, Frogtown,......
L.A. art architect Gaston Nogues is sitting outside Chango cafe in Echo Park. He’s overcaffeinated and going through some serious nicotine withdrawal. Kevin Scanlon (Click to enlarge) “If I have one more cup of coffee,” the 5-foot-7, tattooed Nogues warns, “I might totally wig out.” He and his partner, Benjamin......
Beer, sweat and suntan lotion from the previous night’s revelry late in August of last year had left the pool water at the Highland Gardens murky, with an iridescent Goldschläger oil slick on the water’s surface. Cigarette butts were suspended like bits of fruit in a Jell-O mold. But this......