PLEASE JOIN us tonight at The Last Bookstore for Boom California’s Winter Reading. Details here. We will be discussing the great Golden State.
FALL IS here just about, though the temps are still spiking into the high 90s. It’s typical L.A. Indian Summer. That’s why I had an early-morning visit this week with the artist Dominique Moody. She’s been taking her artist’s residence on wheels on short trips around Southern California. It’s a tiny house, but one built by a trained assemblage artist. Both portrait and theater, Moody’s Nomad is the product of a series of serendipitous encounters that very early on took root in her imagination.
I wrote about her for KCET’s Artbound not too long ago. She’s almost ready to take the first of her longer journeys.
Here are some quick moments from my visit in Altadena.
More to come.
TODAY I’M thinking it’s going to take the cape that Sly Stone wears on the cover of this classic LP.
This afternoon we celebrate the launch of Black Clock 20 at Mandrake, at 4pm. Info including coordinates here.
Following close on this event’s heels, I hope to slide by in time for the official launch party for Latitudes: An Angeleno’s Atlas, also this afternoon, at Skylight Books in Los Feliz, info here.
And a big thanks to all who came out last night to Clockshop to show us love and help us welcome this book and its ideas out into the world. We appreciated it.
“If we’re not careful, culture work will become a luxury like a vacation home. Just as a democratic nation benefits from a large, secure, and informed middle class, so too we need a robust creative class. Painting a landscape or playing a jazz solo does not guarantee that an individual will become nobler or more virtuous. But a broad-based class making its living in culture ensures a better society. This book is about why they are worth saving.”
— Scott Timberg. from “Culture Crash: The Killing of the Creative Class”
We’ll be in Larchmont Village on Thursday discussing the shifting landscape of the arts.
Bring your stories.
More research opens new doors. A festival, some wandering and good conversation. Thank you as always, New Orleans.
A FEW months back, I’d heard word about a spot opening up in Chinatown that was going to bring a little bit of New Orleans to L.A. It got my hopes up, but I also knew to be sure to be a bit measured with my expectations. We’ve been disappointed before. Frankly New Orleans is difficult to get right — the accent as well as the food.
Slipping into Little Jewel back in August, I saw from the start that this was going to be different. Strikingly so. Since then,
I’ve been following the evolution of this market/deli and rendezvous for the last six months.
For many transplanted New Orleanians it’s already become a freeway-close home away from home.
You can click here to find my piece about Chinatown’s Little Jewel of New Orleans.
Executive Chef Marcus Christiana-Beniger greets customers at The Little Jewel of New Orleans — photo by Lynell George
“Shakespeare describes memory as the warden of the brain, but it is also its courtesan. We all remember the parts of the past that allow us to meet the future. The prototypes of the lie — white, grievous, practical–make themselves known when memory is called to answer. Memory usually answers back with bullshit. Everyone likes a good story, especially the one who is telling it, and the historical facts are generally sullied in the process. All men mean well, and clearly most people who set out to tell the truth do not lie on purpose. How is it, then, that every warm bar stool contains a hero, a star of his own epic, who is the sum of his amazing stories?”
— David Carr
from “The Night of the Gun”
Woke up and it was still true…Heartbreaking.
NYT obit here.