Earlier this morning, I ran through Terminal 4 of the Los Angeles international Airport in tears. And I'm not talking about
Thousands have no choice but to call this home, but most if not all are alone without shelter. Due to this lack of resources, many walk hours to find a place they call home. South of Third Street, West of Alameda Street, North of Seventh Street, San Julian and 6th: Welcome to SKID ROW.
In "Blue Dot," Will Rahilly depicts a woman reading poetry, which imbeds meaning into her vague appearance as she sprouts tendrils and thrashes on the news. The poem, Ben Fama's "Los Angeles," flashes in Papyrus typeface before fragments are displayed on a news ticker.
After living in Los Angeles for three years, one thing I've learned is that some of the best parties are thrown at fitness studios. Weird, right? Kinda, but true.
His dashing good looks and undeniable charm was reminiscent of the Hollywood's Golden Age, aligning perfectly with the spirit of the room. The smile on his face captured his enthusiasm for the amazing year he's been having as a designer.
What could go wrong? I had a work visa, a job at a digital agency, a studio apartment, which looked very nice in the pictures I'd seen online. It was true, I only knew one person -- but he was a Hollywood agent, so that was a good start.
I believe that art can be a vehicle for change on a personal and communal level. I know this to be true because art allowed me to discover my identity, find my voice, compassionately lead and creatively work with others.
They tell you that the first twenty minutes is easy, which for me was true, and then holy shit. After twenty minutes, the sweat starts to pour.
Making the LA plea to your New York friends is no easy feat, and I'm used to the pushback.