Reporting Live from Hell
Madeleine Connors shells out for fascism cosplay and finds that sometimes the games are best left on screen.
Madeleine Connors shells out for fascism cosplay and finds that sometimes the games are best left on screen.
For Jack Skelley, William Blake has it all: from colonization and sex to post-structuralism and the superego.
On the occasion of Tom Smothers's death, John Kaye reflects on words unsaid, questions unasked, avenues unpursued.
Rebecca Giordano considers the transformation of the Western genre, both its limitations and its possibilities.
David Diaz follows legendary LA punk band Graf Orlock to the ends of the earth (well, only to Anaheim—but still).
Follow Gracie Hadland’s weekend peregrination through the avant-cultural world of greater Los Angeles, from Koreatown to Pasadena.
For Jack Skelley, Kathy Acker was a writer who both masterfully baited and masturbated, occasionally at the same time.
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.”