Have you ever fallen in love?
Her face is open, unselfconscious, laughing. Framed by wash of blonde hair, the light sheen of sweat settles on her skin and both eyes beam, full of trust and free of tension. Here is unalloyed happiness on the face of a full-grown woman, a joy one rarely sees in adults. Of course, she’s looking at her love, the man holding the camera.
As a love-story between this couple unfolds in scattered pictures, videos, and poems read aloud (each word a thud, but so care... [more]
A copper pyramid skeleton on a white square contains a mirrored firepit with a purple flame. The subtle elements of Kathryn Garcia's sculpture in the courtyard of the newly opened Harmony Murphy Gallery downtown uses subtle, elementary materials to craft a metaphysical gathering place, borrowing aesthetically from the basic materials of minimalism with a presence drawn from the ethereal end of conceptualism. Dave Hickey wrote in his beautiful essay "Detroit Dharma Diva" in a Michael Werner catalo... [more]
This is just for you.
If every outfit you owned were cut to your body, every shoe shaped just for your foot, all the doorways in the house adjusted perfectly for your height.
If in the fridge, your favorites things to eat filled the shelves, rare culinary delights and hearty comfort foods, prepared especial, ready to be placed directly into your mouth to let their deliciousness spread through your being and satisfy all possible hungers. You could never decide which was your favorite ice cream, so... [more]
The long stretch of Santa Monica where I once-upon-a-time commuted from a humble craftsman with more roommates than there were rooms to a chi-chi boutique where the diamonds in my charge were given more room to breathe than my fellow tuna-canned bus passengers pressed together in mutually unsatisfactory intimacy. The mood, demeanor, and politics of any given day were, to an extent, influenced by the mode of transportation that morning: bus, bike, lurchy pre-owned vehicle about the same age as me.... [more]
Los Angeles: No longer lonely (but maybe still a bit brutal)
LA Editor Andrew Berardini with the run down of September openings across town
The long languor of summer never truly fades in Los Angeles, but the heat simmers down just enough for the long sunsets to subside into cool nights, when prodigal travelers hurry home from sunstroked beaches and slaving artists vernissage across the city. Autumnal LA, though it certainly colors, hardly chills. Art exhibitions thickly dappl... [more]
The long languor of summer never truly fades in Los Angeles, but the heat simmers down just enough for the long sunsets to subside into cool nights, when prodigal travelers hurry home from sunstroked beaches and slaving artists vernissage across the city. Autumnal LA, though it certainly colors, hardly chills. Art exhibitions thickly dapple across this considerable town: Giuseppe Penone at Gagosian and Sam Falls at Hannah Hoffman on the 5th. On the 6th, Culver City unbolts with Ryan Mosley and Edgar... [more]
In a Marsden Hartley painting beats the dark heart of the twentieth century. The thin slice of globe-trotting work from 1913-1915 presaged some of the most ecstatic and iconic tropes to come.
In a Marsden Hartley painting is the synthetic seed of Pollock’s urgency and John’s cool, detached symbology. Both men seemed to filch from Hartley’s rainbow palette, alternately whipped into creamy pastels or shot through with matte, inky blacks.
The brief period straddling the outbrea... [more]
The Myth of Solid Ground by Chelsea Rector Sarah Conaway, Kim Fisher, Pearl C. Hsiung, Shana Lutker, Florian Morlat, Jon Pestoni, Mungo Thomson, Mary Weatherford at The Pit: Exhibitions & Editions
July 13th, 2014 - August 24th, 2014
Right now, my favorite London-based fashion blogger, Susie Bubble, is on holiday in Santa Monica. “Is it Blackpool? Great Yarmouth? No it's Santa Monica,” she writes.
Right now, my best friend’s plane takes off from Burbank’s Bob Hope Airport en route to Poland by way of Israel.
Right now, Lana Del Rey’s “Summertime Sadness” repeats in my ear buds.
Right now, I’m writing from a balcony overlooking a rocky jetty in the Pacific Ocean where on Ju... [more]
Art is what makes life more interesting than art.
Sometime last fall, in a moment beyond reason, I took a two-hour bus ride to pick up a pair of $89 shoes that were then on sale for $14.99 at a Zara near the Santa Monica Pier. The bus ride was my penance for the deal, an enactment of the masochistic conflation of time with money. I read Chris Kraus' Where Art Belongs on the 704 as it lurched the long stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard, jotting crooked notes along the w... [more]
Nostalgia and Gratitude, Brokenness and Redemption by Ed Schad Henry Diltz, Walden S. Fabry, Henry Horenstein, Les Leverett, David McClister, Raeanne Rubenstein, Ethan Russell, Leigh Wiener, Elmer Williams, Michael Wilson at Annenberg Space for Photography
May 31st, 2014 - September 28th, 2014
I only need one song to explain how I feel about country music: George Strait’s So Much Like My Dad. A modest hit in 1992, the tune’s not nearly as recognizable as Strait’s other classics. You’ll likely run into All My Exes Live in Texas, but probably not So Much Like My Dad.
A few keys of the piano walk you into the song’s weather: the first few drops of an icy rain, a first snowfall. A brush hits the drumhead and somehow it’s cold. It hits a few more times and it’s... [more]
Surely black, but so lively one cannot catch its true hue. Volcanic glass cooled too fast to crystalize, scientists never can quite call it a mineral or capture its color too closely. Depending on the angle of shimmer however, approximates exist.
Named by Pliny the Elder as Obsius Lapsis, after a dubious claim that it was discovered by a Greek of that name, the gem gained its "d" from a printer’s error. The Aztecs called obsidian itzli, a force that found form in the macahuitl.
A wood sword... [more]
Me and You and Everyone We Kind of Know: Made in L.A. 2014 by Christina Catherine Martinez Juan Capistran, Danielle Dean, Harry Dodge, Lecia Dole-Recio, Public Fiction, Kim Fisher, Judy Fiskin, Magdalena Suarez Frimkess, Michael Frimkess, Mariah Garnett, Samara Golden, Piero Golia, Tony Greene, Marcia Hafif, Channing Hansen, Jibade-Khalil Huffman, Barry Johnston, Gerard & Kelly, Devin Kenny, Gabriel Kuri, Caitlin Lonegan, Tala Madani, Max Maslansky, Emily Mast, Jennifer Moon, Brian O’Connell, Harsh Patel, Marina Pinsky, KChung Radio, Sarah Rara, A.L. Steiner, James Kidd Studio, Ricky Swallow, Clarissa Tossin, Wu Tsang at Hammer Museum
June 15th, 2014 - September 7th, 2014
Comedian Emily Joyce, dressed in a 14th-century bonnet and dress, rolls her eyes, hard. Sticking her thumb out in a gesture of one-dimensional 1990s sarcasm, she paces KCHUNGtv's makeshift set in the lobby of the Hammer Museum. The on-site camera editors are hushed. I walk in just as a big laugh is dying down.
“But seriously folks," she continues, "you gotta watch out who you're makin' out with these days ‘cause we got this Black Plague going around. Nothing more embarrassing than h... [more]
Pay attention or you might miss something. Confoundingly both vague and precise, slightly anemic but convincing enough to pass a physical. Rey Akdogan de-brands and de-materializes that which may be most familiar to a consumer, triggering a visual asphyxiation, that will have you gasping for the nearest billboard.
Akdogan here takes the logos of the international German-based discount supermarkets Aldi Markt and Aldi Sud as her point of departure. Aldi operates in seventeen countries worldwid... [more]
A girl snaps her own photo in a dressing room, each mirror perfectly angled to show every surface at once. The back and sides are hanging out with the front; her eyes are multiplied to better see the new multitude of herself. She's peeled and spread out, projected onto the picture plane of her phone like those flattened globe maps that make the earth look like a bubbly 'M' scrawled on a middleschooler's notebook.
There's something almost folk-arty about it, isn't there? Depiction that doesn... [more]
Whether we express ourselves through slogans on a t-shirt, music, or conversation, we are essentially tragically—often comically—groping in the dark, giving our best guess, clumsily trying to make connections with each other, with nature, and with ourselves. Fleeting or faulty, the mere attempt to make them can lead us to the most authentic and intimate moments life brings. Stanya Kahn’s work here is full of restless encounters between people, desperately casual and casually ser... [more]
Most of the rituals of living life are laid bare in the Museum of Contemporary Art's retrospective of Mike Kelley at the Geffen. Traumas bubble up from the basement of our pasts. Memory is found to be faulty and capable of being reorganized by desire. Patterns of life held dear today are found to have disturbing origins in history of violence and exploitation. All delivered with laughter, diabolical and absurd, the kind that comes from camp's exaggeration and annihilation of form. Kelley was rauco... [more]