concert: the breedings @ the casbah

I have been waiting a long time — since I first heard their 2010 record Laughing At Luck, basically — to see the Breedings live. And, oh, was Friday night’s set lovely. Every time I listen to one of their records, I am amazed at Willie and Erin’s ability to harmonize, and the songwriting is…

book review: turn around bright eyes — rob sheffield

I have a lot of feelings about Rob Sheffield’s new book, Turn Around Bright Eyes: The Rituals Of Love & Karaoke. This is, in part, because Rob Sheffield’s writing about music just gives me feelings, because he says things in the way I want to say them, often, where I end up trying to say…

review: 24″ photo cube studio light tent

I don’t do a ton of product photography — unless you count posing Lego baseball men with things from my origami page-a-day calendar as product photography, but it’s really not — but when the LA Shop offered to send me one of their photography toys to try out, I jumped at the chance to play…

other people’s projects: project neon

I like to keep track of cool photography projects out there, and it is turning out that a lot of the projects I like best are projects that are, at their centers, cataloging things that the photographers love. (I remain, all these years out of library school, a cataloger at heart.) One of these projects…

goathouse mondays: siamese

Siamese! The top shots are of Chloe, and her two kittens. Bottom is Louise. You can adopt them today!

poem: to lou andreas-salome (rainer maria rilke)

The memory of this poem lodged in my mind this morning at work, and I haven’t been able to shake it off. I found it pasted on the front page of my marble composition notebook journal from the spring I lived in London. I still think it’s magic. To Lou Andreas-Salome (Rainer Maria Rilke) I…

concert: leftover cuties @ local 506

With a name like Leftover Cuties, and a deliciously vampy frontwoman with a ukelele, this Venice Beach quartet could have teetered on that edge where they’re simply going to fall over a line into just too twee, too precious; they’re saved by a helping of rakish, slightly dirty charm, and primarily by the fact that they make very,…