Janana Split
Jana is a capoiera kick to the senses. Always up for upright zeal and running around downtown. I caught her for an all too brief few...
Why, Hiya, Maja: Mither Awhile
Seems it’s eons I’ve let slip through my fingers turning my head and being swayed by sashaying skirts on the boulevard. Countless...
Lost Angela in Los Angeles
Gallivanting around the Griffith Observatory today. We’re standing in front of a display of every single periodic element. And in one ear...
Gaga For Aga Ambling Between Rain Drops
It’s coming down in buckets. An unusually soppy day for Los Angeles. Puddles abound and brollies sprout skyward like so many fecund fungi...
Case Study Eri #8
Her fingers knead the rolling paper and pack the tobacco in snug. She does this instinctively and with little effort. But that doesn’t at...
Ceci n’est pas une Iulia
It’s in the amber glow of this well-preserved historic art deco elevator that one is full frontally accosted by Iulia’s hyperbole-proof...
Profound, Polly. And Pretty of Parthenon Proportions
The road is dusty and tumbleweed-strewn. Very in keeping with the desert setting. The view just a monotonous nickelodeon of barren and...
Veni, Vidi, Venezuelan
She stands askance a wall with a look of mild annoyance. I’m ten minutes late. Without any sort of excuse at hand. The countenance...
Kate-nesian Economics
It’s not often I’m able to work the scholarship of feminist film theorist Laura Mulvey into a profile. But her assertion that all women...
Baleful Baleen
I trudged up the stairs of Los Angeles City Hall. I finally made footfall upon the top floor and there be Bale. Her camera fixed upwards...
