We all know what brought us to Los Angeles; the question is what makes us stay. I hate driving; but the one good thing about being pulled occasionally off the beaten path (inevitably by car in L.A.) is the opportunity to see what has changed (disconcertingly,...
Hold Me! – Barrie Kosky’s “Boy Girl, Boy Girl” spin on Dido and Aeneas and Bluebeard’s Castle
For all the talk about its fragility (at least in economic terms), opera remains a remarkably durable art form. Great music wedded to a strong dramatic core can never be easily dismissed. Add some good orchestration and the human voice in its full dynamic range,...
Intersections, epicenters and wild orbits – Making it new and making it work in the centrifugal city
I am preoccupied lately (see any number of my blog posts, especially recent ones), with the evolving/devolving culture(s) of Los Angeles, the way art is made and experienced in this city, the way we connect with and experience that art and culture, and the way we...
Where the Focus Falls (1) – More from FotoFocus 2014 (4)
The parallel is obvious (and be assured there’s nothing personal to it). Although I did not have an opportunity to interview Kevin Moore while in Cincinnati, it was clear both from his remarks in various gallery talks and conversations and the exhibitions themselves,...
More Stills and Stutters from Cincinnati (3)
We’re back-tracking here; the FotoFocus opening week-end is just past us. But the Biennial continues through November 1st; and I encourage anyone in the vicinity of Cincinnati (or really anywhere in the Ohio or northern Kentucky area) to take in whatever exhibitions...
Light and Shadow in Cincinnati (2)
Well that was a pretty great lecture. Speaking of running late, I ran so late to the David Benjamin Sherry – Elizabeth Siegel conversation moderated by Kevin Moore (I sort of wonder what that means – it almost sounds more like a debate—which of course I would have...
Moving towards the light in Cincinnati (1)
I have a lot more to say about art and the city—more specifically this city, Los Angeles; and the way we engage both and what it all means. But I also have a lot to say about art and fashion and the way they engage each other; and it hasn’t been easy getting the...
The Way We Live Now
As I rush to post this, I’m already thinking the title is either an overstatement or understatement and outrageously disingenuous either way. Let me step back for a second (I’m going to be stepping back all the way through this, so just get used to it). This is about...
Two or Three Things I Know About Her – The Narrative Art of Mary Woronov
Narrative art has been displaced in recent decades, not simply from the modern art canon but from serious consideration in the contemporary fine art context, generally—which is somewhat ironic, since it dominates the Western art historical canon through the 16th...
Night Train
While we’re all trying to tear ourselves away from LACMA (where the lush summer acreage of masterpiece exhibitions seems to hold us captive) for a last glimpse at our faves (or misses) in the Made in L.A. 2014 show at The Hammer (or maybe Elvis Costello at the...
Kimono My House
I threw a bit of ink (or the digital equivalent) around the topic of LACMA in the last post—its fabulous summer of art exhibitions, its fabulous trustees and director, and their plans for an even more fabulous east campus—perhaps inspired by that solar swimming pool...
Leaving A Mark: Masterpieces, Museums, and the Monuments We Leave Behind
I think it’s safe to say that LACMA is on something of ‘a roll,’ lately. The sheer critical mass of masterpiece art on view this summer, especially on the west side of the campus, seems almost enough to shift the center of gravity of metropolitan Los Angeles – or at...
I NEED MORE
Awol – as you gentle readers may not have noticed – was a little more awol than usual the last week or so. Once upon a time that might have implied too many bars or after-hours clubs. Or piles of actual paid work (remember salaried employment?—once almost as...
Pushing Opera to Its Furthest Edge
It’s no secret to readers of this blog that awol’s location coordinates can occasionally be tracked to an opera house, whether in this city (the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, or more recently, across the street at Disney Hall), Long Beach, or further afield (which...
Breakfasting in the Ruins
Our eyes are drawn to remnants and remains in recent years – the ancient, outmoded, rejected, the discarded; remnants of the industrial 19th century, the post-industrial 20th, even the proto-digital cyber age that preceded the present within the millennial memory...
Silly Putty – The Selling of Jeff Koons
One thing that came across in Jeff Koons’ recent Broad-sponsored (“Un-Private”) conversation with John Waters was a sense of the satisfaction Koons took from his work as a bond salesman and commodities trader on Wall Street. His fascination with commercial exchange...
Get Ready – Here It Comes
As regular visitors to awol are familiar with by now, I tend to veer off the track a bit, linger a bit too long over this curiosity or that novelty (hopefully without pushing you all into a full-blown meditation – I assume you have your own facilitators for that), or...
Love Among the Ruins – Only Lovers Left Alive; and …
Jim Jarmusch’s recent release, Only Lovers Left Alive, is not a successful film in the conventional sense; yet I wonder now whether I should cherish it all the more for that very reason. I think my chief complaint about it is that it’s not a successful script – which...