Paul Stanley

Paul Stanley has been painting his face as a member of KISS for most of his life (the band just began its 35th anniversary world tour in Europe), but in recent years he’s been working on canvas too. “Painting has been cathartic for me, an ongoing reflection of my moods,” he says. Stanley, 56, lives in Beverly Hills with his wife, Erin, and two sons, Evan (13) and Colin (18 months).

GOING ITALIAN On Fridays we love dinner at Osteria Mozza, Mario Batali’s place. The food is spectacular without being pretentious. They have a pasta orecchiette with sausage that just baffles me, it’s so good. SWEET FINISH We’d probably stop by Pinkberry. I’d get a medium original flavor with mango and blueberries. After that, we’d just go home. I’m at the point now where I’ve given up the Viper Room for the diaper room. WORKING UP A SWEAT First thing Saturday morning, I’d go out for a hike up in the canyons, anywhere to get my heart going. Then I’d come back and get together with my trainer J.J. in my home gym. He’s a triathlete; I’m a try-athlete. SHORT STACK After the workout, I’d go right to IHOP for breakfast. You can find all kinds of reinventions of the breakfast wheel, but for my money there’s no better pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. After that, we’d go climb on the rocks at Paradise Cove and see what kind of life is lurking around in the shallows. ARTSY TYPE Or maybe we’ll walk around the art galleries at Bergamot Station in Santa Monica. I look at the other paintings and either get inspired or humbled. GREAT OUTDOORS On Sunday morning, I’d go to the Hotel Bel-Air and have brunch outside. Maybe have an omelet with goat cheese and some chicken sausage. COMMON CHORDS Then I’d take my older son Evan to Guitar Center, where he’d get a chance to play and we’d check out the latest equipment. They’re very friendly there; when I was growing up, music stores didn’t let you play the instruments unless you showed them money. WHO NEEDS N.Y.? Then we’d head to Village Pizzeria in Larchmont. Great pizza, and as a former cabdriver from New York, I can tell you it’s the real deal. I like plain cheese, but sometimes I’ll get it with anchovies and meatballs. After that we’ll stop by Borders. I love picking up a book and diving into it that night.

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-- Mark.Sachs@latimes.com