Nancy Rommelmann

Why Not to Write About a Supreme Master of the Universe

Illustration by Jason Holley I FIND THE LOCAL OFFICES OF THE INTERNAtional association of the Supreme Master of the Universe in a squat warehouse in a rather sad-looking industrial section of El Monte. "We're honored to have you here," says Kathryn Hudson, in a honeyed voice. An attractive blond on......
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Mother Lode

Photos by Larry Hirshowitz ABOUT A DECADE AFTER A WOMAN GIVES BIRTH TO A GIRL, SHE BEGINS TO know exponentially and unequivocally less about fashion than her daughter. I'm not talking about (what are for me) the classics; I've got a DVF wrap dress, a half-dozen Betsey Johnsons, and at......
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More Is More

Before the opening of Hollywood and Highland, I did not think Los Angeles capable of erecting a structure as aesthetically confused as the Hotel Sofitel, a Riveria--meets--Holiday Inn monstrosity across the street from the Beverly Center. This quaint notion was forever dashed by the opening of the new Grand Lux......
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Eat at L. Ron’s

At least twice a day for the past eight years, I’ve driven past the Manor Hotel, which houses the Church of Scientology Celebrity Center International. But it was not until last month that I noticed a plastic sign affixed to its outer wall: “Renaissance Restaurant — Open to the Public.”......

Who She Took With Her

age 19, wedding day On December 12, 1948, Nancy Schorn was born into privilege. Her father was the chief financial officer of the plumbing conglomerate American Standard, and her mother was active in charitable work. The family lived on a five-acre estate on Long Island’s North Shore, in Cold Spring......
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Call Waiting

In a quiet corner of a Studio City bar called Residuals, cater waiter and actor Richard Comeau, a self-professed “man of many faces,” hands me two head shots: a straight-ahead commercial picture, and a tougher “character” shot, in which he looks like a cross between George Michael and Mephistopheles. He......
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He Sells Surfdogs by the Seashore

One balmy day last summer, my boyfriend and I came up with what we thought was a good way to spend a relaxing day: bike riding on the beach path in Santa Monica. After fighting traffic on the 10 to get there, we found the path impermeable, a jam of......
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Beyond the Bar

Quick, name a restaurant that’s good-looking, casual, and where most every reasonably priced dish is a triumph. Coming up blank? That‘s likely because L.A. is full of places that can’t pull off this particular hat trick, places where good-looking frequently means overweening, casual can translate as lax, and great food......
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Eat Beef While Ye May

I never gave much thought to the thousands of miles of ocean that cosset our country until the meat crisis afflicting much of the rest of the world hit; each horrific headline stirs both grief for those who can no longer eat beef (and other hoofed creatures) with impunity, and......
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All You Can’t Eat

“These aren’t even as good as the ones you get at Ralphs,” says my friend, rolling an inari sushi across her plastic plate. We’re sitting in Todai, an all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant below the Beverly Center, ruing the fact that, like tourists in Las Vegas, we’ve been blinded by size and......
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