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March 22, 1998
So as the sun declines below Detroit (the lake a cool assurance of alternatives to hard dark high-rise miscellaneous) the colors of the end of light relax along the horizontal edge of this blue place with burnt sienna rose and oranges that soften into regular domestic tragedies of night without a lover's willing face to stop the desperation of the chase for daytime stars that glint and blur and mix and lift like mica sprinkling on a concrete hierogylph of altered space where by himself a young
May 19, 2011 | By Miles Clements, Special to the Los Angeles Times
Bear Flag Fish Co. is the seafood wonderland we all long for on idle summer days, a fish market-cum-restaurant where brilliant slabs of tuna glint like rubies and the spindrift of crashing waves hangs in the air. It's minimalism at its seafaring best — Bear Flag understands that often all a fish needs is a satisfying char and the salty rush of a beach breeze. The restaurant sprouted from between the corporate cracks of Newport Beach's Balboa Peninsula. Since it opened in 2008, owner Thomas Carson, a Newport native who grew up working on his father's commercial fishing boat, has seen Bear Flag blossom.
September 18, 1987 | MICHAEL WILMINGTON
In "Fatal Attraction," (citywide) sex is power, sex is style--but mad love is the great destroyer. This movie--an exciting New York thriller, soaked in chic--is built on the premise that casual sex, lovemaking without bonds or real feeling, can lead to psychopathology. In the film, an over-30 publishing executive named Alex Forrest (Glenn Close) has a one-night stand with a happily married lawyer, Dan Gallagher (Michael Douglas), whose wife (Anne Archer) is briefly out of town.
February 13, 1987 | ROSE-MARIE TURK
There was something for everyone: style, show-biz flair, camaraderie, nostalgia, friendly competition and, above all, a somber reminder of the times in which we live. Organized by members of the California fashion industry, the event was held last Friday night at the Century Plaza Hotel to benefit AIDS Project Los Angeles.
October 18, 1998
Wind finds the northwest gap, fall comes. Today, under gray cloud-scud and over gray Wind-flicker of forest, in perfect formation, wild geese Head for a land of warm water, the boom, the lead pellet. Some crumple in air, fall. Some stagger, recover control, Then take the last glide for a far glint of water. None Knows what has happened. Now, today, watching How tirelessly V upon V arrows the season's logic, Do I know my own story? At least, they know When the hour comes for the great wind-beat.
February 1, 2006 | Russ Parsons, Times Staff Writer
ALMOST 40 years ago, Paul Aratow, a UC Berkeley graduate student living in Paris, wandered into a bookstore with the vague intention of learning to cook. He picked up the thickest book he could find and took it home. He cooked his way through it, and it opened up for him a glorious new world. Eventually he used what he learned to help start a new restaurant back home, called Chez Panisse. This year, he returned the favor. Aratow's newly published translation of "La Bonne Cuisine de Madame E.
Gen. George Patton and his troops left California's desert half a century ago. But their leftovers still haunt Frank Anderson. At least once a month, Anderson gets a frantic page after someone sees a rusted land mine or long-forgotten bomb buried in the middle of nowhere. Lately, the calls have come more frequently, he says. Heavy winter rains and wind have washed away sand, exposing the desert's deadly secrets from Niland to Needles to Barstow.
Proud grandfather and grieving husband, 71-year-old Bill Goodwin stands at his kitchen sink, rinsing his false teeth and talking about sex. "I can go four, five, six girls in one night," he says, thrusting out his chest, with its short shelf of well-preserved pectorals. "You can see it doesn't hurt me. I'm in great shape."
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