It's late at night. Nathalia Pizarro is in her house in Los Angeles, which also doubles for Manimal Records' central office, probably gulping a cup of coffee in between cigarettes and short periods of silence that take place between the Brazilian psych song that she has playing on repeat. Pizarro works fast, leaving no time to judge the wild, yet cohesive abstract paintings she cranks out.
Fear not, publishers: print is not dead. Unattractive print is dead. RISD Museum presents Graphic Design: Now in Production, an art exhibition displaying new-age graphic design and the mediums with which it’s utilized.
“I just kind of get into my little painting zone,” laughs Cecilia Romero, her bubbly disposition mirroring that of her rad color palettes. The LA-bred artist just wrapped up her latest project: a mural spanning a heavily trafficked Silverlake Los Angeles wall. Busy with people and emotions, the mural defines the area and its residents; for Romero, it’s all about those real life moments, full of feelings, personal energy and the relationships, real or not, between herself and the personalities she paints.
The last time we saw Gymshorts, they accomplished more in their short 30-minute set than some bands of similar raging noise-punk nature will manage only after playing with each other for years. Tearing through “Herman Melville” and other tracks from their purposefully, defiantly, invitingly imperfect recent release, No Backsies, their chemistry exploded.
From behind the lens of his 4×5, photographer Trevor Powers takes stills of life’s trivialized moments—those brief, familiar instances of beauty we so often overlook. Located in Western Mass via Vermont via Boston via Texas, Powers observes, clicks and prints photographs of his living, breathing surroundings.
Caricatures depict our exaggerated realities. They offer a lighter take on life and its nonsensical situations with inflated expressions, colors and stories; dreamscapes of real life, if you will. But what happens when the man behind the amplified doodle is the man within the amplified doodle?
The ladies of Vulture Vintage made their way to Moon Block Party’s annual music festival Desert Daze this past weekend to catch a slew of bands, sling some vintage merch and snap some photos of the weekend’s festivities.
Last week, Roma Dash was found crammed in the wheel well of a Logan-LAX commercial plane. Luckily, we were there, and made a citizens' arrest on the spot; she never did make it to Coachella, despite her incessant chanting of Lana Del Rey's 'West Coast,' as we hauled her away.