The one year anniversary in the City of Angels is upon me, and it’s been, well, interesting I think sums it up. There’s something about Los Angeles that is magnetic and charming. The ocean and palm trees make the city a tropical paradise of scenescapes the likes of which are Instagram gold. Having moved here in August of 2012 without much prior knowledge of the city and only relying on friends to tell me what was what, I came to a personal understanding of some parts of LA and how it operates. Below are my findings, none of which are meant as a slam to this city, but more curious observations that make this place great. Continue Reading
I have no business surfing First – Third Point in Malibu, and I should probably just stay off the waves all the way up to Leo Corrillo until I am able to do anything but ride a wave straight in. But whatever. I’m not leaving the coast, so I got all the time in the world to learn. Plus, there is talk of moving even closer to the beaches of Southern California. Rad.
Expectation versus Reality: I don’t mean to be xenophobic or whatever (that’s not the right word), but growing up, I always thought of Canadian gear in the most stereotypical ways. It was this combo of Mountie / Bob & Doug McKenzie / FUBAR / and of course, the Canadian tuxedo. But when you sort of put all the looks together, it’s not that bad. Bob & Doug look like they live in Brooklyn now, and metalheads are cool again (they were never not cool). What I’m getting at is that there is a ton more coming from the Great White North that needs to be highlighted. Continue Reading
I don’t think I’ve circled anything in a catalog since I was 8 and looking through Toys ‘R’ Us inserts in the Sunday paper around Christmas. Yet, when I was at the Grove this week to drop off some shorts for alterations (5″ inseam or bust), I swooped the latest style guide from everyone’s favorite (or most revered yet always shopped) brand, J.Crew. Ever since they put in the new men’s store, I’ve been a more frequent visitor, if just to have convos with the well-mannered gents and ladies that run the space.
I got called a lot of things when I spent a weekend with my girlfriend at the Ace Hotel & Swim Club in Palm Springs. “Hipster,” …. Well, I suppose that was pretty much it. Still, I don’t quite get the stipulation that comes with staying at a rad place that has their branding down like whoa and offers an above-par experience to all who enter their doors. I am an unabashed fan of Ace. Granted I’ve only been to Palm Springs, all other locations look pretty decent as well.
Oh, it’s not like Summer ever really goes anywhere anyway. I’m just sayin that as August is nearly here, September will be here before you know it, and after that, we’ll all be in down and flannel-lined everything. But in the meantime, stay true to the Summer by getting into a new Taylor Stitch offering.
I didn’t know much about the Critical Slide Society until I randomly snagged a short sleeve button-up from UO. I just liked that it was covered in nautical flags. I didn’t know much else and actually thought it was another in-house Urban brand. The notion I had of TCSS changed this week when I was able to score a press pass to Agenda Long Beach and met the brand in person.
With news of DC indie-rock adoration-icons, Dismemberment Plan releasing Uncanney Valley, their first LP since Change hit the shelves in 2001, one can’t help but get a little, shall we say, nostalgic? It’s burned in my brain like like a scar on the back of a hand from the eraser game we used to play in middle school:
Scene: I was at a record shop in west Denver (or east Lakewood if you prefer), and I was browsing the pop punk section, normal to what I had been listening to for the past however many years. In what must have been a case of the mislabeled, Dismemberment Plan was among the new releases. Having only heard of them by proxy from the “cool” girl I knew, I decided to pick up Emergency & I. Forever changed.
The layers of instrumentation, the timing of the drums, and the intricate yet accessible lyrics were unlike anything heard prior, yet not foreign enough to alienate. The CD, over the next 5 years, got more plays than any other in the disc booklet.
Recently, you met Justin from Black Sheep Postal Service. Great dude. Awesome taste in music. Owns bees.
Well, we chatted about moms a bit after our talk and decided to put together a special offer for the woman who birthed you, took care of you, fed you, put up with your crap for years and years, drove you to hockey practice, slaved over a stove preparing meals, made sure you looked good before leaving the house, and basically just had your best interest in mind all the time… I mean, that’s the majority, anyway. I could be way off.
It was a gray and dreary Saturday morning when I made my way to Downtown Los Angeles. It didn’t take too long to get their from Mid-City, but when the weather wants you to stay inside, everything takes an extra 15 mental minutes.