Saturday, June 17, 2017

Cinespia

In a movie montage, June in LA would be depicted by an outdoor screening
at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.
A veritable summer marker:
picnic on the Fairbanks Lawn while listening to a top DJ's latest mix.
This is just a precursor to the main course, the opening credits of a beloved Tinseltown flick.
Last night we screened The Usual Suspects.
Some find the event creepy, even sacrilegious, but I find it an apt way to pay tribute
to those who came before us to this strange city in the desert in search of telling visual stories.




Saturday, June 3, 2017

Heidi Duckler Dance Troupe

Weeks ago, on Kim West's Instagram feed,
I saw arresting photos of her canvases in an abandoned swimming pool.
Curiosity piqued, I learned she was preparing the scenery for a dance performance.
That's how Scotch and I found ourselves trekking to Agoura Hills on a Saturday night, cooler filler with provisions, for an unexpected evening of experimental art.
Tucked into the Santa Monica mountains,
the round pool at the Peter Strauss Ranch was at one time the largest west of the Mississippi.
Drained, long ago, of water and frolicking children it remains a beautiful eyesore,
a relic of its former self.  
The unconventional setting was magical.
As the sound of ethereal bells filled the sunken amphitheater, 
three dancers, cloaked in bright robes and vintage bathing capes, 
descended the hill above the fenced in structure,
and made their way into the pool.
A stunning splash of movement and color as the sun set,
a flawless summer kick off.

















Monday, May 29, 2017

Jazzy Memorial Day


Sunday, May 28, 2017

Tranquil Ojai











Saturday, May 27, 2017

Shangri La

Sometimes traveling a short distance is enough to create a seismic shift in perspective.
Driving a mere 80 miles north on the 101 to the Ojai Valley
was all Scotch and I needed to settle into a weekend of self-indulgent relaxation.
We had phenomenal accommodations overlooking orange groves
and the rising peaks of Los Padres Mountains.
Sunsets from this vantage point are a technicolor California fantasy.
Post dinner, the backyard veiled in darkness, big dipper clearly defined overhead,
we slipped into the hot tub and watched a golden crescent moon descend behind the mountains.
Rinse, lather, repeat.







Friday, May 26, 2017

Go Dodgers

A pink wash was cast over the hills surrounding Chavez Ravine,
as we watched the sun set from our perch in Dodger Stadium.
The unofficial start of summer has arrived.
One season blurs into another like a motion capture image of a speeding train.
In the foreground I remain in focus, present and clear, as the world around me is obscured.







Dietland Writers Room




Four months ago we assembled this gifted group of writers
to crack open season one of Dietland.
Their task began soon after the new President took office,
a confluence of events which wasn't lost on any of us.
May the powers that be green light us to the next stage
so we can bring Plum and the feminist uprising known as Jennifer to the small screen.