January 9, 2004 at 3:12 pm in Uncategorized
…more shows keep pulling you back in!
This weekend just keeps getting more exciting for the Los Angeles art scene. Here are a few more, if not crucial, shows that are opening this weekend. And, for your convenience, I’m also including how long the exhibitions are up in case you will miss the opening night (like me!). Of course there are more, many more, events this week at such places like Gagosian and Chinatown but what am I, the Weekly?
Catherine Opie – Surfers – Opens January 10th and continues through February 14th at Regen Projects (633 N. Almont Dr./310.276.5424)
-Tyler Green was out in LA last month and met with Opie. He seemed quite excited about the new body of photographs she was working on. Opie had an exhibition up (concurrently with the heavenly Ed Ruscha) at the MCA, Chicago in 2001 and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Short end of it…she explores facades in her work whether they be architectural structure facades, such as homes, or the human body as a facade.
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January 9, 2004 at 9:58 am in Uncategorized
Two days ago, Nolan needed to get to school early to finish some math homework he’d left in his desk (he’s an egghead just like his stepdad: he doesn’t want to lose his 107% grade!) so I got to watch the sun rise while I made him breakfast. I took this picture out of my kitchen window to remember it, because our smogsets in Los Angeles are always beautiful, but I’ve never seen a sunrise quite like this one.
January 8, 2004 at 11:24 pm in Uncategorized
Driving to the westside(1) of town means a 17 minute drive can turn into a 45 minute crawl. But its nice to have friends on that side of town too to make my drive on the 10 freeway more tolerable during rush hour.
Greg and eric are the marquee names on sawtelle blvd, either by face or by reputation. The former is like the real life rough version of fonzie. This tough guy beats up on crackheads and shoplifters but is a sweet guy to all the old ladies who shop at his neighborhood grocery store. The same old ladies who are the only ones who can get away with telling his shaved head makes him look mean. If he and fonz had a showdown, my money would be on greg. After all, what could the fonzie do besides hit the juke box and go water skiing? The latter…everybody knows giant robot magazine but not everyone knows eric. Nortorious and misunderstood.
Maki is my newest hair cutter(2). Immigrated from japan three years ago, we talk alot about food. I think we’re suppose to have ramen at daikokuya. Well I asked her and she said yes. She lives alone. She covered my eyes while washing my hair so i couldn’t look down her loose top. She’s one smart cookie. I told her to go see greg next door with all her computer questions. I found that amusing.
Picking up kris from ucla means theres a lot of freshman girls and boys roaming around who havent’ filled out their pants or wear oversized sweatshirts. Fortunately, kris is a sophomore.
1. Some westsiders think that the “east” side of town is mid wilshire. Ok, just so your know, there’s a part of town called “EAST LA” and its called “EAST LA” because its located on the “EAST” side of the city. “Mid wilshire” at its very east is the middle. So figure it out.
2. Haircuts and I don’t get along very well the very first day. The hair cutter isn’t bad, its just my oddly shaped head initially rejects this new style. Consequently, as of tonight, I look like the gay happy minor character in a hong kong action movie who gets killed in the first scene.
3. Hanging out with young girls means I can talk about sticking my finger in my mouth to dislodge food, talk about their crack in their butt or get a calendar of their final project in graphic design. And THEY make the world go round.
January 8, 2004 at 5:45 pm in Uncategorized
Yet another art opening this Saturday, January 10th. (I’m suddenly glad our next opening isn’t until the 24th!)…it’s an interesting group exhibition that says that it’s the last one for London Street Projects so another thing to ponder is L.A. losing a gallery?
GROUP PROJECT | MAIL-IN SHOW
January 10 – February 7, 2004
Reception for the artists: 7-10 pm, Saturday, January 10th
This exhibition is intended as the last show at London Street Projects. Many artists were asked to create a work of any kind so long as it is mailed/postmarked/delivered by the U.S. Post, addressed to London Street Projects; and so the piece physically passes through the mail slot in the front door of the project space. No thematic framework was given except to encourage a work expressly created FOR London Street Projects. Aspects of foregoing possesion of a work after it has been delivered was also emphasized when artists were invited. In addition, L.A. artist Daniel Mendel-Black will create free-standing sculptural “display armatures” on which some work may be installed.
LONDON STREET PROJECTS
2924 Bellevue Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90026
gallery hours: Saturdays 12-6 pm or by appointment
-for an updated list of participating artists or any other information
contact: London Street Projects at 213-413-1210 or 626-272-4853 (cell)
January 8, 2004 at 4:36 pm in Uncategorized
A little last minute but tonight we are hosting a mini-closing reception for Emmeric James Konrad’s solo show at 6PR. The show actually continues through Saturday but we’re zany and doing the party tonight from 7-9 pm. If you haven’t seen the show yet, this is a perfect opportunity to get down here and even meet the artist.
6PR is located next to sixspace at 551 West 23rd Street (between Figeuroa and Flower) just south of the Staples Center. Maybe we’ll see you soon!
January 8, 2004 at 4:11 pm in Uncategorized
I love to walk. Love it. But I live in Encino which is about the ugliest town to go walking in. I generally just do laps around the block. It’s tolerable and I’ve all but given up on finding an interesting place to walk. Today I found a little gem out here in the valley. When the state was on fire I was tipped off about a great vantage point at the top of Reseda Blvd south of Ventura so I headed up and got some pretty good shots. There is a little park there which is nice and quaint but what I didn’t know is if you go up the fire road into the mountains you can walk the fire road for miles and miles. People ride mountain bikes up there as well as take old sparky for a walk. There was evidence (i.e. huge piles of crap) of horses as well. But the view is breathtaking and it’s relatively uncrowded. I was walking for an hour and a half and saw about 10 people. You have to be in pretty good shape just to get to the fire road. It’s a nice little incline that has you wondering if you’re gonna have a “grabber” right there at the top of the mountain. Well big hill is more like it but they’re called the Santa Monica mountains I guess. The fire road is part of Topanga State Park and it’s just a nice little getaway. Some French mountain biker did make some smart ass remark about my camera bag and while he was turned around looking at me ran smack into his friend knocking them both down. Take that Frenchie! Anyway I’ll try and post some photos later.
January 8, 2004 at 9:41 am in Uncategorized
If you live in LA or pretty much anywhere else you know that hipster singer dude Elliott Smith died a little while back. If you are like me, and never heard one of the guy’s songs and couldn’t tell you what he sounded like to save his life, you probably think he killed himself. That what I thought, because that’s what I heard everywhere and on every report I saw. I didn’t really read much about it because, well, like I said I wasn’t that attached.
A few weeks back Caryn told me she read something on E! Online about how there were still a lot of questions about it, especially that there was still no official rulling on his death. That was a bit more interesting to me and I googled it, but didn’t really find anything so I went back to whatever I was doing before.
In today’s issue of the LA Weekly there’s a much more detailed story. “The Final Moments of Elliott Smithís Life: Autopsy reveals details of argument with girlfriend” digs in a bit deeper and points out what some of the lingering questions are and why the Coroners office is still saying “inconclusive.”
“According to the January 6 report, Smithís girlfriend, Jennifer Chiba, told police that she and Smith were arguing when she locked herself in the bathroom. She said she heard Smith scream, opened the bathroom door and found him standing with his back to her. When he turned around, she told police, she saw the kitchen knife in his chest. She said he was standing up, conscious and gasping for breath. She told police that she pulled the knife out of his chest and saw “two cuts” before he walked away and collapsed.”
I gotta admit, that does sound a bit on the sketchy side.
January 7, 2004 at 11:20 pm in Uncategorized
So do you really have an excuse for not seeing the Lee Bontecou exhibiton at the Hammer Museum? Didn’t think so. This amazing show has not only revived this artist’s career but has re-introduced her stunning body of work to the art world. Co-curated by Elizabeth AT Smith (whose office was right behind my desk at the MCA in Chicago), this retrospective features 70 sculptures and 80 drawings. The last day of the show is January 11th but the Hammer is opening late on Friday (that’s January 9th) from 6 until midnight for FREE to give folks added hours to view works. There will also be music, cash bar, and a raffle (parking below museum for $3) so it might not be the best viewing experience but should be fun none-the-less. Fortunately for me, this show is traveling to Chicago in May where I will be able to see it again!
January 7, 2004 at 9:11 pm in Uncategorized
Despite not being a big sports fan, I’ve been to a few King’s games and had lots of fun. I see Sean and Caryn will be attending one shortly so I thought I’d offer my sage advice.
You will see lots of folks wearing King’s jerseys. Resist the urge to hurt them the same way you resist harming the tourists strolling around Los Angeles in the matching pastel sweatsuits.
Do NOT run up to one of the 500 guys wearing the Luc Robitaille jersey with a plastic beer cup in hand and ask him why he’s not getting ready for the game.
While your friends may find it highly amusing — hockey fans do not categorize this as acceptable pre-game humor. And they are not adverse to hurting a frail blonde girl over a simple joke.
I still don’t have full feeling in my lower jaw.
January 7, 2004 at 6:13 pm in Uncategorized
So courtesy of a very nice patron of the gallery, I will be going to my first-ever hockey game with Sean this Saturday at the Staples Center. In fact, this will be my first trip to the Staples Center at all, despite my driving past in millions and millions of times. Anyway, we have really good seats (like the VIP press section) towards the center and even got a parking pass (be still my heart). I’m so excited to do something different and non-art related for a change! I guess this means that I won’t be making it to all those openings I mentioned on the site earlier though.
January 7, 2004 at 5:53 pm in Uncategorized
I live downtown, and there’s a great moment going on right now…downtown skyline out the window with police helicopter searchlights panning it while I can hear a homeless woman singing something…I can only make out the word “whitey.”
January 7, 2004 at 8:09 am in Uncategorized
You might remember Travis Keller from such entertaining and insightful blogging.la posts as “photos of drunk people” and “______ tourdates”. However, it might come to a suprise to most of you that when he’s not dodging IM messages from us, he and some other dudes run your favorite record label / webmagazine Buddyhead. That’s right. Shocking I know.
Just in case you haven’t been sitting on Buddyhead’s website hitting reload every 10 minutes since their last update because you’ve been at work, downloading porn, downloading porn at work, or whatever it is you do that isn’t reading buddyhead, we thought we’d let you know the new Gossip is up now! We know you are excited, so go check it out. Now.
Why are you still here?
OK, fine, here’s a couple of the LA related tidbits you’ll find there:
David Yow (singer of The Jesus Lizard) now calls Los Angeles his home! Good work Davey! The bummer that we keep hearing is that heís been hanging out with Gavin from Bush! Now, not only does Gavin get to play hide the pickle in Gwenís pink taco, but he gets to go drinking with DAVID YOW!!!! That bastard! David, you should be drinking whiskey with us instead of hanging out with that British export. Just cuz he tricked Steve Albini into recording his band once doesnít mean heís cool. Actually, weíll hang out with both of you if Bush is buying drinks for everyone. If he throws down the card, itís on. By the way, if youíre still a stupid kid, go buy The Jesus Lizard records ìGoatî, ìLiarî, ìHeadî, their live cd ìShowî, and their singles and rarities cd, ìBangî.
Rick Rubin is making two records at once right now! Yeah, thatís how good of a ìproducerî he is!!! He doesnít even have to be in the studio when they are recording! Wow is right! We canít wait to be producers ourselves so that we can eat donuts, fart em out, grow beards, and talk to famous people on our two way pagers all day long too! Sounds like a great job! The International Noise Conspiracy and Weezer get to share Ricky at the present time. In their spare time, Dennis and the rest of INC like to hang out at the Beauty Bar to do fat rails of speed and pick up on dudes and chicks to take back to Rick Rubinís mansion. They wonít let us hang out, but they invited Sam Velde to use him for his American style singing for backups on their record so they donít sound quite so Swedish.
Sofia Coppola filed for a divorce with Spike Jonze. Sofia says that with her new free time, sheís going to start a record label (just what the world needs) and that Giovanni Ribisiís character in her last movie ìLost In Translationî was based on Spike Jonze. We say her whole career is based on her dads.
Still reading? Maybe I forgot to mention you should go to buddyhead’s own site and read all of it. Sorry about the confusion.
January 7, 2004 at 2:54 am in Uncategorized
Considering I just returned from ten days of eating quintessential San Antonio/Texan cuisine, I came back to Los Angeles a few days ago with a burning hunkering for meals neither fried, barbecued or smothered in cheese. As much as I loved the Lone Star State onslaught of puffy tacos and sour nachos (both being highlighted in a past issue of Saveur highlighting tex-mex cuisine), prime grade angus beef steaks, roasted quail, pecans pies (so good!), and a deluge of Texan style BBQ that could only be compared to a carcass in sheer amount, I was happy at the prospect of dining somewhere the food wasn’t cause for buying a new larger-sized pair of jeans before suppertime to accomodate for the expected increase in girth around the midsection (which I really did!). What I missed while away on holiday in Spurs country was the sheer diversity of foods Los Angeles offers the hungry soul. And continuing the sentiment of my previous post about venturing out during the wee hours away from typical late-night haunts such as Denny’s or Norm’s, I made my way to Little Tokyo last night to quell the hungry grumblings of a near empty stomach with some food that I definitely did not see offered amongst the Whataburger’s and Taco Cabana’s in Texas.
1st Street in Little Tokyo is a foodie’s dream come true. Alongside this quarter mile stretch of Los Angeles are about 10 restaurants offering an assortment of many things japanese, all seemingly delicious. My dining buddy and softball teammate Bill and I, after losing a heartbreaking one run loss at our weekly game, decided to drown out our sorrows last night at a new destination amongst the late night restaurants we’ve set out to all try. And let me tell you, nothing helps wash away the agony of defeat like a big bowl of ramen. DAIKOKUYA is ripe with character in decor, patronage and staff, and we discovered they serve an extremely delicious bowl of noodles. Tatted up ramen cooks and friendly snaggle-toothed waitresses give the small restaurant an air of authenticity. The assortment of vintage movie prints from japanese cinema of yore and the red diner-styled barstools and booths make this seem like a prime candidate as a set location for the next Tarantino flick. Daikokuya translates into “Big Black Family, not in reference to the Eddie Murphy Klumps, but a particular black swine that the restaurant uses to flavour their incredibly rich and complex broth. If God was to ejaculate into your mouth, this is what it would taste like. So open up and say ahhh! Each sip of broth was a small sensory reward, the rich stock hiding in a liquid fog a cache of fresh bamboo shoots, chewy noodles, a handful of diced green onions, and succulent pieces of sliced chasu pork that bordered on divine. Fuck the chicken soup for your soul avenue, and take a detour to get yourself some Daikokuya ramen on these chilly LA winter nights instead. And ask for an extra side plate of the roast pork to add to your noodles. I sure will next time!
327 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA 90012