Some wisdom from Henry David Thoreau: “If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearin...
Like the rings of a tree, you can trace my ever-advancing age and decrepitude by the number of times I’ve attended WestWeek. The Pacific Design Centers annual extravaganza of chairs and decorators on...
This week the Italian furniture company Moroso introduced to the U.S. market the Soft Wood sofa, designed by the comely lasses of the Swedish outfit Front. Oh, those crafty Europeans. The legs and st...
As I was swanning around town last week, I stumbled upon two alluring bits of street art that stopped me cold. I figured I’d let them do the talking this week. The first is a shot of art-world agitpr...
It started with an orchestral tribute that looked like a Croatian floor show. It ended with a gratuitous rendition of “Over the Rainbow” by a group of assorted urchins, moppets and thugs in training ...
Heres a straight-up travel tip: The next time youre in the Bay Area, check out the phenomenal Cathedral of Christ the Light in Oakland. The traffic on the Bay Bridge may be a bit dicey, but its a sma...
Who doesnt enjoy a good McHales Navy reference? Or the wisdom of Balky from Perfect Strangers? For that matter, who wouldnt want a delectable six-foot-square drawing of a pizza slice floating in an E...
Salvete, fellow aficionados of the classics! My favorite show of 2010, Spartacus: Blood and Sand, returns to Starz this Friday in the form of a prequel, Spartacus: Gods of the Arena. Huzzah! Who can ...
Last month I took some time off from blogging (and the reality of life), because frankly, Id lost that loving feeling. In what I took to be a sympathetic sign from above, God sent a deluge of biblica...
Wheelchair gridlock at Miami International Airport? Check. Bruce Weber book party at the Standard hotel? Check. Crazysexycool performances by LCD Soundsystem and Assume Vivid Astro Focus? Check. Mult...
Fortuna must be smiling on me. I blew into Seattle earlier this week and had no expectations beyond seeing a few friends and playing Dian Fossey in the land of dirty hipster boys with skinny jeans an...
If I were as rich as Croesus, I'd take a page from the playbook of that diabolical toad David Koch and apply my wealth toward the goal of instigating an insurgency. Of course, mine would be of t...
Im trying very hard to distract myself from the shocking ugliness and cheap chicanery of this election season. Like Big Daddy in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, I cannot open a newspaper or turn on the televi...
Photos of Jean Paul Gaultier's new furniture collection for Roche Bobois have been sitting on my desk for weeks. I've been meaning to write a pithy post about it, but something keeps holdin...
In the endless parade of letdowns that constitutes life as I know it, its always refreshing to encounter some universally lauded thing—a book, a movie, a natural wonder—that actually lives up to its ...
I like big butts and I cannot lie/ You other brothers cant deny/ That when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist/ And a round thing in your face/ You get sprung! For obvious reasons, the work of F...
The 2010 London Design Festival has just wrapped, and Im trying to process all the many sights and sounds I took in—the good, the bad, the naff and the supernaff. A trip to the Victoria and Alb...
Mayer Rus: After its strongest—and gayest—season yet, True Blood ended on a rather uninspired note. The overall tone of the episode was far too campy. It wasnt just the weak script—it was the actors ...
I've been back to school for two days now, and I am trying to honor my commitment to post more regularly on this blog—even if I have nothing to say. You've heard of the 24-hour news cycle? ...
Who says nothing happens at the end of August? After taking a couple weeks off to get my new puppy settled (more on Linus later—in fact, all about Linus), Im shocked to see how many momentous events ...
Cat Doran: So this is our first field trip IRL. (Thats "in real life." Woo-hoo! I know the lingo!!) Gentle readers, we ventured all the way to Pasadena to the Museum of California Art for the...
Every August, I grouse about the barbaric American summer work calendar versus the enlightened European model of month-long, seaside reverie among legions of bethonged sybarites. Once again, the seas...
Once in a while, on dreary days when the realness of reality feels more onerous than I can bear, I like to escape to the fairyland of avant-garde design on the Web. Its a magical place where such ban...
Cat Doran: I woke up so happy on Monday, because I had fallen asleep on the angel wings of Don Drapers 5 oclock shadow. Once I was fully awake, I got a little sad because old Don has had to turn to a...
Do non-Jewish people know what chazerai is? It means junk or garbage in Yiddish, derived from the word chazer, meaning pig. Heres another word for aspiring Judeophiles: fakakta. It means poopy. Since...
Following is the first installment of Double the Love, an ongoing series of incisive point-counterpoint discussions in which blogosphere potentates Cat Doran (The Nines) and Mayer Rus (From Rus with ...
No big thoughts or smart-alecky pontificating. Just shilling for cool stuff to see and buy. Photographer Reuben Cox is exhibiting a group of pictures he took over several summers at watering holes ar...
Dennis Hoppers first major retrospective in America, Double Standard, opened at the Geffen Contemporary at MOCA today. Its an extremely likable show with a likable installation by curator Julian Schn...
"Architecture is a retarded profession."—Gaetano Pesce, Italian design maestro, speaking last night at the Hammer Museum on the occasion of his first West Coast solo exhibition, Pieces from a...
Im obsessed with the superior court building on the corner of Commonwealth and 6th in Koreatown. Its that strange monolith of gridded, mottled glass set bizarrely on an undulating base of concrete ra...
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