Welcome to LA Weekly's coverage of Fashion Week. Our Style Council is ready to fuck you up -- kicking it off at the Gen Art show tonight at Barker Hangar, Santa Monica, where Bon & Ging, Fancy Ponyland, and Katnic Swimwear, and a host of others will send leggy, baby-oil......
Not more of the Samo . . . For the past few months, the socially conscious scribble-scrabble of ’80s art sensation Jean-Michel Basquiat has packed in a similarly excessive crowd at the Museum of Contemporary Art — most notably at its Saturday Night Vision events. These weekly parties — which......
For those who have grown up in L.A., it’s nearly impossible not to have warm, fuzzy flashbacks about Griffith Park: our first pony and mini-train rides; the Sunday-afternoon jam sessions under the trees, where Dad would pound on conga drums with dozens of happy hippie types emanating pungent (then unfamiliar)......
Every August the Sunset Junction Street Fair marks the end of another long, hot summer with sweaty hugs and dissonant sounds amid the ever-changing shopscape of Silver Lake’s independently owned businesses. It always makes me think of a weekend in ’87 — the first at my first job ever, at......
The ghosts of hairsprayed hedonists past still linger throughout the Rainbow Bar & Grill (9015 W. Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood, 310-278-4232) via the framed photos and shiny gold records adorning its walls, not to mention a voracious rock & roll soundtrack, but the Sunset Strip landmark is far from a......
For some, The Grove is a manufactured retail wonderland that epitomizes everything that’s wrong with L.A., but we still can’t help feeling like a kid at Disneyland when we go there. It’s like the Magic Kingdom and the Third Street Promenade rolled into one, but The Grove is a tourist......
Good eats are good eats, but we feed off of atmosphere, too. We always prefer eye candy over dessert and we find that great scenery is a seasoning that goes well with any dish. Of course, L.A.’s got plenty of pricey froufrou foodie spots for rich and famous fat cats......
American Apparel’s (perv)asive ads — nubile tarts staring vacantly from bus stops and billboards throughout town — might distract from its ethical manufacturing/sweatshop-free ideology, but you can’t go wrong with the company’s simple, supersoft, form-fitting, candy-colored cotton pieces, especially when they’re displayed as appealingly as they are in the L.A.-based......
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