Belt: Gypsy knife buckle and belt, available on Etsy from Hurtcouture, a Downtown Los Angeles-based design company. With “plans to expand the line of weaponized items,” the buckle knives are so real the company reports two wearers recently had them confiscated by airport security. How long before we see Angelina Jolie kicking ass with one of these on the big screen?
Re-read: Please Kill Me, The Uncensored Oral History of Punk by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain, Grove Press. I scored a fresh copy (my first copy didn’t make the cut for my move west) at the new Skylight Books 1814, recently opened next door to the original store, doubling the size of the shop
A deluge of eyewitness accounts of the ticking cultural time bomb and explosive emergence of punk on to the world stage and my current nightstand reading. It lulls me to sleep and sparks cool dreams about another world, one I maybe even lived in for a while; a book I can nod out to, gather my boyfriend in my arms and drift off to a Dreamland where we become Debbie Harry and Chris Stein, out on the town, hitting CB’s, Max’s and Mudd, slurping a nightcap egg cream at Dave’s Luncheonette before we head back to our messy pad and crash on dirty sheets to the grinding roar of late night garbage trucks devouring a night of trash that is the detritus of another glittering night in the city of all cities
Look: The Age of Imagination, Japanese Art, 1615-1868 at LACMA. Final week for a stunning exhibit from the Price Collection, regarded as one of the world’s best collections of Japanese paintings from the Edo period. Born out of a 250-year policy of strict social hierarchy and national seclusion, new schools of painting and individualistic painters incubated and flourished until the country opened up relations with the west in 1868– and we all know how that worked out. I recently attended a guided lecture conducted at LACMA by Japanese art expert Anne Geismann Alene. The power of the work on view was overwhelming. Ends Sept. 14th.