Showing posts with label street art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street art. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

street art in the streets

I was going to say something very clever about the street art show, but I think I will just let the art speak for itself. As much as these photos can from my phone camera. This is a sneak peek to whet your appetite because you have to go and see it for yourself. Remember Mondays are free courtesy of Banksy and the exhibition closes on 08.08.11 at the MOCA that is in Little Tokyo. It is only $10 all other times.

















Art by I should have paid more attention, Banksy, Swoon, Henry Chalfant. If you have the time, around the museum has become a gallery itself. Take the walk to the 3rd and Traction area as well. I am hoping those pieces have not been erased by the landlords. Like that great Banksy piece on the Urban Outfitters in Westwood. (F&*%-face landlord)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

omnipresent

These are the weekends where my school girl crush on LA grows. Weekends where there is so much to do that you become dizzy with all the possibilities.

Cinespia- My favorite summer thing starts tonight with an homage to Liz Taylor with the film "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof". Bring a blanket a bottle of wine gather your closest friends and watch a film with Rudolf Valentino's headstone and some strange likenesses of some deceased Armenians.

LACMA is showing "Days of Heaven" tonight. Which will be the first time on the big screen for me since it came out when I was 3. (rhyming not intended)

You could always see "Art in the Streets" and go to Wurstkuche like everyone else. Because sausage & graffiti goes so well together.

Sunday is "Taste of the East Side" at Barnsdall park. Which will be an amazing mass of local restaurants. Should I eat ground beef and pickle tacos, Bun Thit Nuong, Forage's Jidori chicken, try Little Dom's for the first time? Good thing it starts at 1 so I can fast until then.

And sunday hotel cafe be there or be square.

I'll probably do a couple of these things and then go and have French bartenders chat me up and somehow convince me that buying an $18 glass of wine is a good idea.