Posts Tagged: los angeles
Here’s hoping you were too busy attending panels and buying Write Like A Motherfucker mugs at this year’s AWP to read The Rumpus this weekend. And here’s hoping you’ll read the two spectacular essays we ran right now.
The first is a piece about binges—on food, drugs, exercise, anything, everything—by Chloe Caldwell....more
The Bold Italic is going on tour!
The site will be traveling up and down the west coast to Los Angeles, Portland, and Seattle. In each city, there will be a pop-up shop featuring goodies from local San Francisco stores, an art show curated by Dan Johnson Lake, Berlin Style Ping-Pong, and much more!...more
What up Los Angeles? The Rumpus doesn’t exclude any part of California and to prove it, we’re having an event in LA! Because, “It’s About Time”!!
Featuring brilliant authors Joshuah Bearman and Gabrielle Calvocoressi!...more
How did Los Angeles, that haven of low-culture and strip mall malaise beat us (San Francisco) to the punch with high-brow coffee? (I jest. L.A. is great if you want to buy human bone jewelry, guzzle incredible garlic sauce, and hang out with famous porn stars in a 24 hour Jewish deli.)
How did not one of the six new cafes that opened last week on Valencia Street contain even a passing reference to Thomas Pynchon and his mythical post-bugle as featured in The Crying Of Lot 49?...more
Gangland tours of LA, with one helluva waiver.
In New Orleans, what happens when sex workers are prosecuted as sex offenders.
A brilliantly written profile of a sniper.
“(M)y grandmother’s feet were bound in China, and there were people here in the U.S. who said, “This is horrific.” And there were people in China who said, “This is horrific.” I am so glad they said it was horrific....more
The Annenberg Space for Photography opened its doors in Los Angeles on March 27, 2009. Tucked among the high-rises of Century City, the sleek, one-story structure houses a digital projection gallery whose interior design was influenced by the mechanics of a camera and its lens....more
“I’ve almost had a nervous breakdown. It’s been the worst thing that’s ever happened to me,” she sobbed as curious patrons at a Farmers Market coffee shop looked on, wondering what calamity had visited this poor woman who’s an honest 6 feet tall, with hair as blond as the sun....more