The Alaskan Way Viaduct, a concrete conveyor belt that pushed traffic through downtown Seattle for more than 60 years, permanently closed to traffic at 10 p.m. on January 11. But the defunct wasn’t the only iconic span to meet its timely end this week. At 10:52 a.m. on Wednesday, “boomers” detonated the last vestiges of New York’s old Tappan Zee Bridge.Read More
At first glance, an article in the journal JAMA Plastic Surgery on “Snapchat dysmorphia” seemed to lend legitimacy to the contested condition, where selfie cameras and filtered photos purportedly cause people to obsess over their appearance and even pursue plastic surgery to alter it.Read More
When I close my eyes and picture Hollywood, I see grime and water-starved palm trees, white plastic sunglasses and discarded needles. For every Rodeo Drive, with its well-manicured streets, designed for beautiful cars and beautiful women, there are two or ten or twenty Melrose Avenues, the reason the descriptor "seedy" exists, slightly menacing, but mostly sad, where dreams of celebrity go to die and, from those ashes, give rise to cement, patchouli-scented sex shops, and Walgreen's staffed by more security attendants than cashiers.Read More
American Utopia, the first solo album in 14 years from Talking Heads frontman David Byrne, is hard on the ears. There are sitars that turn into synthesizers and Dadaist lyrics, that accumulate over the course of 10 tracks until they seem to serve only to dull the senses. The soundscapes and strange conceptual synergy, one imagines, are sure to charm the digital snakes and electric sheep with which Byrne surely spends his days. For most humans, however, they're harsh, alienating, and, worst of all, tacky. But there's one thing about the album that's worth listening to—if only once or twice—and that's for the signature, albeit sporadic, incandescence of Byrne's futuristic folk.Read More
I have yet to read a good review of Michelle Dean's Sharp, a book-length work of historical criticism. That's likely owing to the fact the book's formal release is still a few days away—you can pre-order it, as I have, but its official publication date is April 10—and everyone who's anyone is saving their important thoughts for Tuesday. But I'd prefer to explain it the way any of the women profiled in "Sharp" would: Art criticism is, by and large, dead, and so it falls to me to man the bookshelves.Read More
Killing Tom Petty wasn’t easy.
The formidable grunge wave of the nineties couldn’t make him irrelevant. The demise of a 22-year relationship that precipitated an oppressive depression and sent him retreating to an isolated cabin in the woods couldn’t do it. A father that “beat the shit” out of him couldn’t do it. Heroin failed. And an arsonist who burned down his house couldn’t do the trick.
In the end, some biological cowardice snuck up on Petty when he wasn’t looking: cardiac arrest.Read More
My review of The California Sunday Magazine, which started in San Francisco in 2014.Read More
James Franco is all scene-setting and no scene.Read More
This review was originally written for The Daily of the University of Washington.
If the purpose of a review is to tell a reader whether or not to see a movie, then this review can be done in a word: Go.
If the purpose of the review is to discuss meaning, the movie’s and maybe even humankind’s, then buckle up, because there’s a lot to say.Read More
Last August, I was stuck in a rut, seemingly incapable of producing art, able only to consume it. I realized that while I yearned to create and chaffed at my apparent failure, being surrounded by wonderful films and TV shows and essays of the caliber I hoped to one day create actually wasn't the worst thing. So I settled into my role as consumer, and resigned myself to producing just a few worthwhile reflections on the art I liked. It helped me to create both a time capsule of the things that inspired me at the time, and ultimately helped me to get out of my rut. Today, some seven months later, I find myself in that place again -- totally stuck. But I've learned since then, so I'm skipping the whining and going straight to the appreciation of other's successes.Read More