Timothy Sellers is a Highland Park based painter who does an excellent job at still portraiture. He can capture a bright LA sunset or a resting group of vegetables with an ease and clarity most photographers have. He also has a set of paintings called Classical Heads where he paints portraits of sculpted figures in various states of decay. The resulting work is a fascinating reflection on art history in addition to pointing out just how odd these classic busts are, something you miss when examining them in person.
If you go to some parts of the world, people would tell you that they believed all of Los Angeles was full of body obsessed persons who crave plastic surgery daily and have a mirror within feet of them at any given moment. While that may be true in certain circles and despite alternative Eastsiders’ obsession with Pilates Plus and Crossfit, this rampant vanity is not really what defines the typical Angeleno. That’s a dusty stereotype perpetuated by Beverly Hills culture or assumed Beverly Hills culture. Does it still exist somewhere? Of course it does! We’ve all seen these people and we know they are ridiculous and they even know they are ridiculous. Local photographer Arielle Manesh feels the same way about these “forgotten” attention needing Angelenos and has embarked on a project titled Victims of Vanity that chronicles a handful of locals who have remarkably kept up appearances. If you thought spray tan and false eyelashes were left to the Toddlers & Tiaras set, you are mistaken: there are plenty of “that type” still within the county.
Local Lily King is a very talented woman. A photographer by trade, she’s recently turned to a smaller talent that she’s quite literally inherited from her mother: pottery. As she noted in a Matters Of Space show statement, she once threw as a teenager but gave it up to study photography. After some time, she’s returned to the craft to make tiny, quaint vessels with a distinct then-but-now feeling to them. They are little glass friends perfectly made to hold one or two flower buddies.
We often forget that Los Angeles is home to Hollywood. Actors flock in and out of the city, chasing dreams and hoping to be able to land somewhere within the Hollywood star system. Some pine in insulation, oblivious to anything else in Los Angeles, while others envelop themselves in the city, to not only become a part of Hollywood but to sew themselves into their environment. As Thom Andersen’s Los Angeles Plays Itself proved, this city always finds itself in popular media, for better or worse. Rarely do these moments feel like they are doing something for the city—nor are they really doing anything for the little guy, that actor who wishes to find him or herself making a living performing.
Then something like Pharrell‘s 24 Hours Of Happy hits and you realize that there can be opportunities and “big Hollywood efforts” where you get to not only see the city but see the many creatives along the spectrum of performance that compose the city. Isn’t it refreshing to think that anyone who tries and tries and tries to be a success in Hollywood can be? Whether they rise to the amount that they want may never be possible but at least somewhere within the twenty four hours of fun they got a glimpse into a special happiness that comes with making it in Los Angeles.
“What if Rodarte made a movie?” you are left asking yourself after hearing word that the Mulleavy sisters have actually taken steps toward that. Working with Todd Cole as a part of Intel/Vice’s The Creators Project, the sisters made a little fashion fantasy film called This Must Be The Only Fantasy. This entry is the third in a series of films born of a Cole/Rodarte collaboration, all of which have a decided Los Angeles slant to them. But how are these films? They are wonderful to look at.