Two men in love with the same woman. And, according to some reports, with each other as well. All living together in a 55-room mansion in the hills. What could
I recently toured the photo exhibit "SkyScapes" at Annenberg Community Beach House with curator Bruria Finkel. The photography is spectacular and inspiring, proving that nature often offers the
The big events around town include “War Horse” at the Ahmanson Theatre and “The Exorcist” at Geffen Playhouse. But much of note takes place in smaller venues.
There’s no way to put this delicately: “The Irish Curse” by Martin Casella, at West L.A.’s venerated Odyssey Theatre, is about grief over the size of a particular part of the male anatomy and its effect on men’s lives.
If John Cage had not been born with his name, he would have had to invent it. It serves as a reminder of all the conventions he was trying to break free of in his music, his spirituality and his life.
You might think that a play hinging on the essential nature of language would pose a challenge for deaf artists. But “Cyrano,” a world premiere collaboration between The Fountain Theatre and Deaf West Theatre, has been extended twice, more than doubling the length of its initial run.
When I was a UCLA undergrad studying literature in the 1970s, the feminist movement was in full flower across the cultural spectrum. Women protested at New York’s Museum of Modern Art and the Los Angeles County Museum of Art about the lack of female artists in their collections.
The Hollywood Fringe Festival, an annual celebration of independently produced emerging arts across all genres, is premiering new music, film, theatre and other performance events in multiple conventional and unorthodox venues from June 14 through June 24.
Every year, students in Lincoln Middle School’s seventh grade life science class take a field trip to the Los Angeles Zoo. They’re lucky to have a teacher like Bob Seymour.
Los Angeles is misunderstood. Paraphrasing Woody Allen, it’s dismissed as having no culture except for yogurt, or simply dissed as La La Land, paparazzi paradise, a city without a center — and the list goes on.
I’ve been a bit under the weather this week. Being bedridden gave me the excuse to dig into my overstocked bookshelves. Plowing through three books in three days, I want to commend the one that stopped me in my tracks, “A Million Nightingales,” by author Susan Straight, a Riverside, Calif.
