Attention Christmas shoppers! Part of the revamped Beverly Center appears to have lighting fixtures shaped like, well, buttholes. Not acceptable.
Much ado is made of sushi in Los Angeles. During the 80's financial boom, Americans who power-lunched with Japanese businessmen made sushi popular among the elite. Sushi made frequent appearances in 80's movies; a staple for the wealthy and cruel.
Luckily, I live by Sushi Row in Studio City, and have dined at the original Katsuya (heaven!) among others. But nothing compares to Fuji in Pasadena. They don't need a website or Groupon deals. Though their sushi isn't #1 in L.A. (though it's really good) it's their abusive Korean BBQ that keeps me loyal. It's the best I've had in Los Angeles, and I know my way around Korean food. And insane Korean roommates.
With incomparable Korean BBQ, great sushi, proximity to boba joints and located in the center of happy, happy Pasadena, this unassuming and inexpensive restaurant is my favorite.
|Twins who carry the burden of trying to bring long hair back to rock|
It's not that I believe actors should be homogenized for aesthetic pleasure. In fact, it's sad to see girls all the same shade of peroxide blonde, with matching pumpkin-colored skin and noses courtesy of Dr. 90210. People should embrace their differences, and not be afraid to stand out, save for their new breasts.
|Fake hot goes beyond L.A.!|
But why is it, that in the music industry people work just as hard to look different? And not just different, but aesthetically displeasing? As hard as actors try to fit into the mold, musicians work just as hard to break it. The effect is just as contrived.
I went to an MTV Awards pre-party, and the place was positively crawling with manufactured "freaks" - musicians and wanna-be rock stars. Perhaps it's because the party was thrown by the self-promoting con artist David Harrison Levi. Or perhaps it was the desperation to stand out without the aid of American Idol. Some musicians tried to bring back long hair (see above). Others decided to cover their clothes with rock 'n roll band pins, but looked like deranged extras from TGI Friday's Servers Gone Wild.
|with Chris Dennis of Confessions of a Superhero|
Girls made dresses from silly string, boys wore blue lipstick. You couldn't escape the feeling that they all went home, removed their "weird" and sat in front of Glee with a bowl of cereal. It was their schtick.
So to all of those homogenized actors and anti-homogenized musicians: JUST BE YOU. I'm not saying that the real you is great. Hell, it may not even be good. But it's got to be better than what you're making us deal with now.
|"Starmaker" / con artist David Harrison Levi|
|Trashy Lingerie, Los Angeles|
To set the record straight. girls NEVER:
- Have pillow fights in lingerie
- Kiss one another, unless it's for shock value (Madonna & Brittany Spears), album sales (Katy Perry) or to get guys to like us (COLLEGE)
- EVER want to have a threesome, unless it's two guys, one girl