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January 11, 1985 | MARLENA DONOHUE
A two-person show reminds us of the post-Pollock days when every graduate school and loft was filled with paint-splattered abstractions designed to stand for impressions and experiences in the world. The show also demonstrates the range that such experiments can encompass. Melinda Miller creates believable, energetic compositions that pit flat static areas of color fractured by animated black lines against gnarled, kinetic skeins of color.
August 31, 2008 | Susan King, Times Staff Writer
In FILMMAKER Azazel Jacobs' new movie, "Momma's Man," the director reveals an entire family of his own idiosyncrasies -- as well as his own idiosyncratic family. Among his quirks are a deep connection to the past, so much so that he says he remembers turning 5 and instantly missing being a 4-year-old. Growing up in a cluttered home, he's just as attached to material things and, without a doubt, to the parents who raised him there. That's why he cast them as the parents in "Momma's Man," a Sundance favorite opening Friday.
April 26, 2014 | Lisa Boone
More than 40 dealers from around the world, including Los Angeles-based Danish Modern Noho, Loft Thirteen and Reform Gallery, will convene at 3Lab Studios on Saturday and Sunday for the Los Angeles Modernism Show & Sale. As with year's past, the 27th annual event offers one-of-a-kind 20th century furnishings and accessories, including a Danish rosewood sideboard by Arne Vodder from exhibitor Midcentury LA, a mahogany table base by Gio Ponti from Roark Modern of New York and a huge Gambone Italy ceramic charger from Vangard 21 of Los Angeles.
Like many people, Vince Crivello complained about his commute to work. But the Laguna Beach restaurateur and his brother, Massimo, did something about it. They moved close to work. Close, as in up a flight of stairs. Not only do they have more time for family and their business, but the brothers, who moved to Southern California 30 years ago from Italy, feel they've re-created a bit of the Old World. "In Sicily, the businesses were usually downstairs and people lived upstairs, so even at 11 p.m.
October 14, 2008 | Rachel B. Levin, Special to The Times
Since its designation as a theater and arts district in 1992, North Hollywood, a.k.a. NoHo, has been the unofficial center of live performance in Los Angeles. Like its New York counterpart SoHo, the urban village bisected by Magnolia and Lankershim boulevards was built on a bohemian spirit that nurtured independent theaters (now numbering 22), indie art galleries, vintage shops, tattoo parlors and sidewalk cafes. But the arrival of the Red and Orange Metro lines has brought a wave of development to the neighborhood.
November 24, 1987 | CHARLES CHAMPLIN, Times Arts Editor
Somewhere along the line, it became an item of folk criticism to say: "I went out whistling the sets." It usually meant there wasn't much else worth whistling about. But once in a while the sets are so spectacular that they are likely to linger in mind long after you've forgotten the plot, the tunes or who it was who was excellent as the drunken uncle. It was true of the late Sean Kenny's sets for Lionel Bart's "Blitz," for example.
August 8, 2012 | By Emily Young
It's hard to know where to look first when you walk into garden designer Jamie Schwentker's tiny bungalow in the Franklin Hills neighborhood of Los Angeles. At the catwalk over the living and dining room? The staircase resembling stacked Japanese tansu ? The chandelier shrouded in faux butterflies and year-round Christmas lights? "I call it Late Wicked Witch," Schwentker says of the 1923 cottage's style, "which is partly a nod to the whole movie thing and partly because it looks like a fairy-tale house.
July 28, 2010 | By Jeffrey Fleishman, Los Angeles Times
"Magdi, Magdi," the kid yells, running in off the street. A bottle of water flies up to the loft and Magdi Ali catches it and shouts thanks. The child disappears through the sawdust and back into the sunlight. Ali scrapes his planer, pale curls weightless as snow tumble around his sandals, his glue pot simmers on a stove. He tightens strings of copper and silk until the pluck-pling of ancient music rises from his worn hands and drifts out the door. A single note. Then it vanishes.
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