Dani Katz

And, why wouldn’t you rather be in London? Cute boys, great curry, high fashion, public transportation, sexy skies of gray and drizzle, and the chance at a chance run-in with Thom Yorke. But you’ve got obligations keeping you stateside — your book proposal’s (over)due, your bandmates would freak, and your......

No one wants to face a dimensional shift with kinky shoulders and knotted chakras. How’s your Kundalini gonna rise? As every avatar knows, you need a free flow of energy for proper ascension. And this is where Carolyn Jacques comes in. Jacques takes an amalgamated kitchen-sink approach to bodywork; the......

Walking into Dr. Leroy Perry’s International Sportscience Institute’s ’80s-opulent octagonal waiting room is like entering a time warp. Hanging above the emerald green carpet is a framed photograph of Elizabeth Taylor, circa 1986, dwarfed by puffy sleeves and shoulder pads, autographed with cursive adoration for Perry’s multifaceted chiropractic prowess. Delving......

In a town lousy with yoga (and so much of it lousy yoga), how does one pinpoint The Best? What does “Best Yoga” even mean? The whole idea of “best” is anathema to yoga, which means “union,” which obliterates reductive, dualistic differentiations like “best” and “worst.” Aargh! I’ll give it......

We’ve all been there: hot Scottish boyfriend needs a green card and you’ve always wanted a European passport; or, your waif-y girlfriend has systemic candida and could suck some serious marrow out of your SAG health insurance. All signs point to happily ever after, so you throw both caution and......

As the world spins off its axis and bounces recklessly beyond the confines of the Milky Way, Bryan Kest leads his packed-to-the-gills Santa Monica power yoga classes with an endless stream of lyrical, Seussian rhymes loaded with humor and self-effacing sarcasm. Breathe with me best as can be through your......

I’ve never enjoyed the physiological logistics of the colon-hydrotherapy experience: the hard plastic tube holding strange space in my stretched, coconut-oil-lubed anus, the flood of water rushing in, up and around my insides, filling, filling, filling until I’m pregnant with fluids and I can’t hold it another second and then,......

Nope, it’s not those mangled earlobes that have migrated from Black Rock City’s beloved Playa to the (almost) mainstream streets of Venice Beach. It’s ... FLESH! Round arms, full faces, radiant complexions, happy, glowing, plump feminine figures that celebrate all that is woman and abundance and yes, please; more, please;......

You’ve got a date to hike Runyon, you hate your wardrobe and you’re broke. Don’t panic. The little shop next to Trader Joe’s on Santa Monica Boulevard at Fuller sells a decent selection of American Apparel seconds, among other various cotton-jersey wares, for a fraction of American Apparel prices. They......