March 1, 1998
How does a regular 10-hour flight to Germany from LAX turn into an 18-hour drag? Simple--the Boeing 747 is five hours late arriving from Frankfurt, and we arrive three hours early as recommended for check-in. As the clerk hands us our boarding passes she adds in passing: Oh, by the way, you know we're running a few hours late! How should we know? Nothing is posted at the entrance, and once you arrive at the airport you're stuck anyway. Lesson: Call before you leave home and hope you get correct information about delays.
April 13, 1986
My dear art lovers, critics, editors and reporters of the things going on in the great city of Los Angeles. I, Michael Harries, am humbly requesting that you send me the tawdry picture of Edy Williams for my collection of scantily clad women. I have long admired Miss, or Ms., Williams' body, and do truly feel that I would give the still of Edy Williams a good home, and place her picture right next to my large poster of Elvira. I enclose $1 to cover postage, or as a bribe, whichever you prefer.
January 21, 1996
Like her grandparents' love affair, Keri Pickett's project began innocently enough. When she moved back to Minneapolis to battle cancer, she began casually taking photographs of the 90-plus-year-olds just to finish off rolls of film. A colleague saw a shot and urged her to continue. She did, and even won several awards for one. Later, another piece fell into place.
March 1, 2009 |
The Ballad of Dorothy Wordsworth A Life Frances Wilson Farrar, Straus & Giroux: 318 pp., $30 -- Literature is supposed to be a serious, solitary profession. Then why were William Wordsworth, his sister Dorothy and their best friend Samuel Coleridge having so much fun together in the English Lake District in 1798? The three of them were inseparable, wandering the countryside together, Coleridge often high on opium and the Wordsworths tripping on nature.
October 25, 1987 |
People who travel widely and are drawn to exhibitions of ancient art sometimes get the impression that an entire layer of civilization lies under the crust of earth we stand on. For those who survey a map of China in the catalogue for "The Quest for Eternity: Chinese Ceramic Sculpture From the People's Republic of China," at the County Museum of Art (through Jan. 3), the impression may solidify into a conviction.