The dust stirs and rises quickly from its surrounding detritus, particles colliding wildly, glistening in the hard glare of a halogen spotlight. They drift through a crumpled vent and settle atop a pair of white antlers. Dirt sparkles beautifully when it’s...
A Sunset Stroll Along the LA River: Mel Chin models a drought-resistant California
I searched the car frantically for her that day; swinging open each door, squeezing my hand in between the seats in case she had slid through like a stray quarter. Rational judgment doesn’t apply when you’ve lost your mother. We had driven into the city together, she...
Tim Youd Types Past My Bedtime at LACE in Hollywood
10:53 p.m. Hollywood Boulevard on a feverish Friday night.I cannot remember the last time I was out in Hollywood at this hour. Hell, it has been a while since I have even been awake at this hour. After falling into an aggressive state of PMS, I have been feeling too...
Unlucky in Love
On different occasions I have been told that I am “cold,” “unemotional,” “apathetic” and other adjectives for not giving a shit. I reason that I was born with a hole in my heart or in my limbic system, remedying outbreaks of rogue feelings alone in the privacy of a...
A Hot Hollywood at LACE’s Benefit Art Auction
“Ditch the jacket. It’s always hot in there.”I disregard the warning. Hollywood is hushed, cool, with the usual spattering of sleaze and stale piss.A doorman swings open the glass doors to the baking hot Benefit Art Auction at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions....