The still life and/or figurative painter is someone that doesn’t really exist anymore. In my mind, this artist was last seen in scenes from Titanic where Jack paints Rose “like one of his girls.” That’s the time period I associate with that type of painting, this early twentieth century moment of capturing everything as it is. Apparently, there are some holdovers in 2012 and in Los Angeles–and the talent in artists like this are still wowing. James Galindo is one of these artists, a local oil painter who creates these remarkably moody and beautiful still lives and figures.
When Culture Collide comes to Echo Park beginning today, the massive litany of artists performing (School of Seven Bells, of Montreal, Niki and the Dove, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, and so many more) will be joined by the legendary voice of Laetitia Sadier.
Eagle Rock Brewery is undoubtedly one of the most buzzed about Los Angeles breweries. It’s one of our favorites and, admittedly, we don’t know that much about them beyond, “MmmmmmMMmmm: good beer from Eagle Rock!” We found a little documentary on the craft brewery that steps into their space and speaks to this little trend of beer in Los Angeles–it also tells the story of the woman behind the brand, Ting.
Location is everything.
And for LA foodies, well, they have it pretty good. Undeniably a city of the Southwest and the Pacific, those two phrases/locations alone could sum up most of the cuisine. The Southern part links the city to Mexico and Latin America. The West, the city’s status as a part of California’s Gold, the realization of manifest destiny. And the Pacific, the largest thing in the planet, providing access to the Far East and South Pacific, and the awe inspiring expanse in between. All of these things color our flavors and taste buds.
The iconic Italian brand Pirelli recently hosted an intimate dinner celebrating the release of their new cookbook, Miles and Meals: Handrcrafted by Pirelli. While I wouldn’t normally associate gourmet cuisine with premium tire manufacturing, when it comes to Pirelli, my appetite is in their hands. (Goodyear, not so much. In fact, Goodyear, I’m no longer trusting you with my car. You know why.)