L.A. Los Angeles Times Magazine | Sept. 7, 2008
Showers! a counselor commanded. All the boys around me began to strip until they stood naked at the edge of the institutions showers. Lets go! a second counselor shouted. One! Two!
At Rick Owens fall 2008 show, staged near his home in Paris last spring, raven-haired models strode out in his exquisitely tailored, dusty-hued creations like warriors fresh from a battle in Middle-earth. They wore snugly sculpted peplum jackets with off-center zippers, trailing capes, black-and-dung-colored shorts, flared shearling leg warmers and towering metallic wedge boots. The usual words sprang to mind: goth, macabre, apocalyptic, glunge (as in, glamour plus grunge, a term Owens himself coined to describe his deliberately scruffy, quietly luxurious clothes). Surely, one concluded, this designer must be as dark and intense as his work.
Stand-up comedians need someone to bounce their stuff off of. Its usually a close friend, because you have to say whats funny out loud to someone you trust before you perform in front of an audience. Any comic with a brain has an Ear or two he entrusts with his comedic life-in other words, his material. The Ear is a sounding board. He gets to know a comedians cadence, his point of view, his mind. Most stand-ups never step onstage without going through the routine with their Ear. I have had the opportunity to be the Ear for some of the greatest comedy minds in the business. One example is Larry David, my friend and colleague for more than 20 years, who was a guest on my show Sit Down Comedy.
Weve just dropped our youngest of three children off at college. After helping her settle into her dorm and feeling assured she is indeed ready to embark on adulthood, my wife, Robin, and I get into the car to begin our journey back to a home that will be empty for the first time in 25 years. After a marathon silence, I speak.
It started that morning with a headache-an agonizing sensation of crushing pressure, just short of bone shattering-along one entire side of my skull. My husband, Larry, suggested calling the doctor; I opted for two aspirin.
Heartbroken, awestruck and hungry, I stood on a dock in Oxnard watching six 110-pound crates being forklifted into the Ocean Queen delivery truck headed to a processing plant. Thousands of sea urchins piled on top of one another-onyx, purple, claret, dime size and lavender, wiggling and fierce.
If you are a football fan living in Los Angeles, which has not had an NFL team for 13 years (since the Rams left Anaheim for St. Louis in 1995), how is it you have not gone crazy? The most probable reason is the ongoing rivalry between the towns two Pac-10 teams-one of which has been ranked at or near the top of the national polls for the last six years.
It turns out shes just a real girl. Or woman. Always has been. But the times they are a-changin, and no matter what happens in November, she wont be the same-or maybe she will. Michelle Obama, 44, still has the same friends she has had all her life, including her best friend, her mother, Marian Robinson. She is a mom first, but also a professional, and as everyone now knows, an Ivy League graduate, a really big deal for a girl from the South Side of Chicago.
Even after several years working as a television writer and producer, it hadnt occurred to me that you need a good assistant-probably because Id never had a good one to begin with.
I am a dance lover. As a child, I was a serious dance student, but I peaked at seven. Now I dance for the sheer fun of it. Its a way to get back to a more joyful state.
I am obsessed with my dog Izzy, a two-year-old, 80-pound standard poodle. And even though Cesar Millan would disagree, Izzy is a person. Just walking down the street with him is an experience. I mean, hes taller than me (Im five-two) and gorgeous.
Mayisha Akbar is running late. With good reason-shes at the Mandela Childrens Learning Village picking up eight students who cant travel on their own because the area is too dangerous.
Mention manners, and people think of phrases like please and thank you and about behaving in a civilized manner where food is served-good qualities to have and the absence of which will only result in people not inviting you out.
Its not hard to see why Rosson Crow loves L.A.: Shes fascinated by its rich history of manufacturing mythology and laundering images of power for mass consumption. But if you ask the 25-year-old Texan why she chose to settle here after finding success in New York and Paris, her response is surprisingly conventional. I liked the idea of Los Angeles-sunny skies and warm breezes, she says cheerfully. I wanted a house, a car, a big studio and a dog.
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