As a native Angeleno, I love my city and its architecture. Mostly I love the insane stories that lie within each building’s walls, especially if they somehow involve strange occult groups or bizarre happenings.
One of artist LeRoy Neiman’s famous Femlins on the cover of Playboy magazine. “I‘m not a scene painter; I‘m the scene painter.” —American artist LeRoy Neiman in an interview with Cigar Aficionado magazine.
By purloining their band name from a pulp crime novel, The Damnation of Adam Blessing sealed their fate.
When Facebook switched on just over a decade ago, a friend described the shiny, newly minted social media platform as being like a great big cocktail party where one could drift in and out of conversations (drink in hand no doubt) meet new people, renew old acquaintances, and share ideas and...
Of all the acts that are featured regularly on Dangerous Minds, Sparks might be the one for whom the term “wags” is the most appropriate.
A painting by Giovanni Forlino. Giovanni Forlino is a young artist who works out of a studio in Manhattan.
Hosting Ready Steady Go! in September of 1965, The Rolling Stones camped it up in this “mime contest” version of Sonny and Cher’s hit—then at the top of the pop charts—“I Got You Babe.” First Ready Steady Go!
In early February, I attended a weekend of rare Seijun Suzuki films at the American Cinematheque here in Los Angeles.
Frankenstein’s monster reimagined as Franken Berry (the General Mills cereal monster mascot) by Michael Burnett.
I’ve never been a huge fan of comedic horror, but there are three movies (all from the ‘80s) that I think got the formula unquestionably right: Street Trash (1987), Brain Damage (1988) and the best one of all, 1985’s Re-Animator.
Chandra Oppenheim was just twelve years old when her debut album, Transportation, was released. Until recently, I wasn’t familiar with Chandra, but when I did hear Transportation for the first time, I was immediately taken with it....
The 1980s encapsulated in one photo. If you remember the eighties, you were probably there. Big hair, bad music, and terrible fashion.
Babalú-Ayé Is I Love Lucy the real Treasury of the True Dharma Eye, the Vault of the Adepti, the Island Beneath the Sea?
I’ve been a big Rick and Morty...
Because parts of Brooklyn, NYC have culturally exploded to serve as an East Coast counterpoint to Portland, OR as the USA’s epicenter and incubator of all that is gratingly and ephemerally hip, it might be hard to remember that this phenomenon (and the shockingly rapid gentrification that followed
Back before the intricacies of the thoroughly made-up ancient language of Dothraki in Game of Thrones entranced the more dorkish among us, that same sort of person spent his/her time immersed in Simlish, a language that was created for the world of
Set to the tune of Massive Attack’s “Angel,” Serena Bramble’s 2009 remix project “The Endless Night: A Valentine to Film Noir” is a “video love letter that distills film noir movies into their atmospheric essence.” Bramble, an editor and
‘Crânerie n°2’ (2012). Till Rabus is a Swiss artist who uses his work to ask questions about our existence.
I’m sure that many readers of this blog are familiar with the legendary Plaster Casters, the Chicago groupies who made Plaster of Paris molds of rock star cocks, starting in the late 60s with Jimi Hendrix and later the...
Around 1974, Alice Cooper fully morphed from a group’s name to that of a solo artist.