Making Room at the Inn
Claire Lewandowski joined a hotel worker union action and learned how to disarm the opposition with some costumes and a whole lot of singing.
Claire Lewandowski joined a hotel worker union action and learned how to disarm the opposition with some costumes and a whole lot of singing.
Whether on mushrooms or not, the only all-bouffon clown troupe in Los Angeles makes fools of us all—just in time for the holidays.
Madeleine Connors attends a Jenny Lewis concert at the Hollywood Palladium and finds her just as lovable the second time around.
Sarrah Wolfe attends a Devendra Banhart concert and finds that, sometimes, the charming musician can be exactly as charming as he seems.
Alessia Degraeve explores what is gained, and what is lost, when poetry ventures off the page and onto the screen.
Brandon Sward traces the lines between race, sexuality, and colonialism in Vishal Jugdeo’s “Caribbean Television” at Commonwealth and Council.
So bad it’s good, or all the way around to bad again? A. J. Urquidi ponders this and more at a screening of Tommy Wiseau’s sophomore film.
Jack Skelley went to the Poetic Research Bureau and found two writers finding themselves in mass-cultural epiphanies.
Brittany Menjivar braves hoards of TikTokers and first-time concertgoers to report on “America’s favorite indie band.”
David Diaz time-travels to a special moment in New York history, finding it as vibrant now as it was then.
Emily Ann Zisko spent a night at the opera, darling, and found herself among skeletons and ghosts, feminists and revolutionaries.
Brittany Menjivar finds the perfect balancing point between twentysomethings and their parents in a Violent Femmes mosh pit.
Siena Foster-Soltis joins the audience, votes, and—expectedly—witnesses the victory of Andrew Lloyd Webber.
If you're gonna build a career on proximity to coolness, maybe start by ascertaining whether you are—in fact—cool?
Jack Skelley stumbles right up to the razor’s edge of Los Angeles’s alt-lit scene, and perhaps tumbles into the ether.
The church is the Hollywood Bowl, the priest is Hozier, the hymns are pop anthems, and everyone is very, very gay.