Distressed Stucco
Wandering through the apartments of Unite d’Habitation in Marseilles, the late critic Robert Hughes noted how deeply architect Le Corbusier…
Wandering through the apartments of Unite d’Habitation in Marseilles, the late critic Robert Hughes noted how deeply architect Le Corbusier…
Twice I’ve seen the poet and critic Bill Mohr hold aloft a copy of Laurence Goldstein’s Poetry Los Angeles. Mohr…
Eloise Klein Healy is one of those writers whose style became associated with L.A. after the 1960s: loose lines, conversational…
Toward the end of my usual walk in Venice, I was confronted by a graffitied warning, on Hampton Drive: GET…
Five weeks ago, a carefully arranged still life appeared on a nearby street. It consisted of a bike frame, a…
Tonight, thankfully, it’s raining. About time. L.A. supposedly saw off a brutal drought a year ago. Then came last year’s…
A dead fish, washed up on a beach, is unremarkable. A hundred are ominous. So with shopping carts and their…
A couple of days ago, I finished reading Joe Brainard’s I Remember. It’s been used as a model for kids…
I’ve taken a break from Karl Ove Knausgaard’s massive novel-memoir My Struggle to read a very different kind of autobiography: Georges…
Last year, Ai Weiwei, the Chinese artist and dissident, popped up in posters and graffiti throughout New York. Now he’s…