Casually, colloquially—sifting through photo albums, sorting through obsolete tech in our parents’ homes, watching TikToks ironically warning of TikTok-induced brainrot—we refer to “Y2K” as the start of a new digital frontier. Yet a phenomenon far greater than any symbolic system error would follow just six years later—the genesis of social media as we know it. In July 2006, Twitter (now X) was...
A few weeks ago, Pilar Zeta and I visited the new David Geffen Galleries at LACMA, where on a clear day, one can almost see Venice, California, with his back turned to Francis Bacon’s Three Studies of Lucian Freud (1969).
What started with just collecting Mars Volta concert posters and work from underground graffiti artists that I met at hip hop shows, led me down a rabbit hole of collecting art from all over the world.
As a kid, spaghetti westerns made me sweat. Not the violence, the dubbing—that quality where a mouth moves at one rhythm and the voice lands just slightly off it, as if the sound had come loose from the body and traveled through some other room to reach me. I hadn’t thought about that in years until I sat down for Julia Weist’s Questioning at New Theater Hollywood and felt my whole body go back...
The soft, subtly enhanced lighting and sheer airiness of the main part of the gallery were the first indications that viewers were in for something slightly different in this exhibition — the artist’s first in Los Angeles (and first with this gallery). I had no idea...
Following what felt like an eternity of delays—budget-related, structural and otherwise—LACMA opened its new Peter Zumthor-designed David Geffen Galleries this spring, finally unveiling its long-awaited proposal to reinvent the encyclopedic museum.
Gary Baseman hosted a pop-up show in the long-shuttered Johnie’s Coffeeshop, kitty-corner from the Wilshire/Fairfax stop. Which is fun, because Baseman is big into kitty cats. “Off the Menu” shows a collection of drawings Baseman has done on menus of restaurants across Los Angeles.
Every year for decades, legions of tourists have flocked to the same SoCal landmarks: Hollywood Boulevard, the Griffith Observatory, Disneyland (or Universal, if you swing that way). For a certain subcategory of traveler straddling the line between hippie and yuppie, however, another attraction has recently been added to the mix: none other than grocery paradise Erewhon.
I have always felt uncomfortable around birds. I often trace my repulsion to a family viewing of Hitchcock’s The Birds during my tender years, when anything could feel like a personal reference. In that sense, I may be biased—but when a PR pitched me a preview of Prada’s new Spring/Summer 2026 campaign, I knew immediately I didn’t like it.