If you haven’t seen this video yet, now is the time.
Aussie musician Chet Faker (real name: Nick) has some pretty cool stuff going on these days. In fact, while in Sydney this past week, I had the unexpected pleasure of catching up with the fully bearded and awfully charming musician and guess what? He’s moving state-side! After playing two super awesome shows at SXSW, Chet will be taking up residence in Brooklyn, NY before he sets off on his world tour. If you can’t pack your bags and chase him down in Brooklyn in the next month, you’ll just have to listen to his new album Built on Glass when it debuts in April. Chet Faker also has US tour dates set starting in May. Lucky us.
Stay connected with Chet Faker and all of his travels at chetfaker.com
The first thing that everyone brings up when you mention DeSano Pizza, the new eatery to hit East Hollywood, is its behemoth parking lot. It’s big like a suburban dream—though my perception may be slightly skewed after years of trying to park in this city. In fact, everything here is slightly more. The family-style dining room is spacious, with high ceilings and the feel of a fledging sports bar. Cavernous wood-burning ovens and the towering pallets of canned San Marzano tomatoes at the sides serve to reiterate the size. Even the small pizzas, earnestly assured to be small enough for one, are large.
Try the Capricciosa, a blend of artichoke, prosciutto, mushroom and buffalo mozzarella. Salty and lightly blistered, it will pair perfectly with whatever white you’re drinking these days. Looking for a more rustic pie? The Lasagna is a meatball lover’s must order that’s lightly spiced, crumbly and surrounded by fluffy ricotta cheese. Go classic with the Pomodorini, a simple pizza topped with tart Vesuvian cherry tomatoes and fresh basil. Thin yet chewy crust, with charred pockets from the 60 seconds spent in the oven, creates a perfect vehicle for the highly addictive pepper oil that comes with your order.
With ingredients shipped in from Italy, no corkage fee, a kid-friendly atmosphere and solid menu, this place is probably going to be hugely popular with both the cool parent set and the child-free. Err on the side of caution and arrive early in the evening. They close when the dough runs out.
When I heard of a girl with the same name as me FROM PHILADELPHIA…i got excited. Then I saw her work. Janelle Pietrzak is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Whimsical & tough with bright red lipstick and the girliest giggle, she straddles the line of femininity and strength in my favorite way possible. Meet our newest workaholic.
What do you do?
I hand weave on a basic frame loom. I weave textural wall hangings. I also make home goods and jewelry. My boyfriend Robert and I collaborate on various projects, like furniture and things for living. Sometimes we work on large installations together. In between all that, I also do freelance fabric & textile sourcing for apparel and accessories companies.
— Jenelle Campbell
Let’s dance dammit! Our good friends and Dj’s Fuxus and Bryan Sanderson will be giving some deep and playful notes to get into…and I mean get innnttooooo it, people!
In anticipation of the tonight, FUXUS lets loose with close to 40 minutes of his live set recorded live from February 12’s SOULSEEK. Expect a turbo-charged romp through amphetamine-pitched frequencies into a solid block of bass and ’90s electro, closing on a graceful point.
9PM to 2AM
117 Winston St.
We were fortunate enough to go to one of our most inspiring working artists, John Baldessari, studio space and photograph him for our current issue ( get it here ). J.R. Mankoff took his portrait, not only of the great artists face, but also of his hands and other objects around the room. Below are some works by John, but be sure to take a look through our HAPPINESS issue to see J.R.’s photos of him.
Works by John Baldessari
A cheesesteak needs few things to be complete but they need to be done right. Whiz, the new sandwich shop in Koreatown, hits all the high points with ease.
Owned by Jimmy of Beer Belly (whose short ribs I’m still talking about months after eating them), helmed by a South Philly chef and rocking homemade cheese whiz, they’re serving griddled meat nirvana on chewy Amoroso rolls.
In addition to my newest obsession, they’ve also got hoagies, one of which sent my lunch date (a Philly native, no less) into a giddy meat-drunk state so complete, she left her purse behind and didn’t notice for nearly 20 minutes.
Though to be fair, the car ride home was an embarrassing mix of incoherent statements from both of us. There were declarations of devotion to the house-made Italian mayo, ramblings about hot cherry peppers and provolone cheese and at least one of us was convinced that we should order another hoagie for dinner since we had to go back anyway.
Wings, burgers, Herr’s Chips and crinkle cut fries round out the menu, but I’m having a hard time imagining going back and ordering anything but a Whiz Wit and a Young Turk. Go, eat and enjoy. I suggest bringing a friend to make sure you get home with all your possessions.
OPENING NIGHT: 7:30-9:30pm, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 22nd
— Jenelle Campbell
In honor of Yoko Ono’s 81st birthday, we wanted to take you back to one of her first, and certainly most influential conceptual art pieces, Cut Piece. Ono executed the performance by walking on stage and casually kneeling on the floor in a draped dress, and audience members were requested to come on stage and begin cutting until she was naked. First performed in 1964 at the Sogetsu Art Center in Tokyo and then later at Carnegie Hall in New York City, Yoko’s seminal performance was a statement about both trust and feminism. Reflecting on the innocence she saw in her own face during her Carnegie Hall performance, Yoko says she was “expressing how women are treated and how we can survive it by letting people do what they want instead of just insisting on what we want to do.” Though Yoko’s statement can be misinterpreted as rather anti-feminist, but it is her overall focus on the peace and trust that should exist between humans that truly shines through.
Thank you Yoko Ono— for making us think and allowing us to be.
Alone in the desert along a river-
Think of all of the views you’d miss if you’d only gone along the path someone else paved for others, for your comfort and for your safety.
Think of the discovery and the beauty the explorer experienced when they made that trail. The fear of the unknown and the fulfillment at the end of the road.
Know the paved road, but steer of and create your own experience. This is what I call maturity while maintaining a child like outlook.
Isabella Blow was a rare bird that ignited the London fashion industry, breathing life into a city that had been void of exciting new talents for years. Born into an aristocratic family but forced to work, Blow chose fashion as her life’s calling and brought an intoxicating burst of exuberance to the industry, styling iconic photo shoots around the world and racking up some of the highest bills in fashion editorial history. Perhaps most revered for her incredible ability to choose up-and-coming talents, she unabashedly championed some of the world’s greatest designers before they were anything more than no-named students.
From her famous stripteases across New York City and London to her perpetually lipstick-stained teeth (always Chanel’s Rouge Coromandel) she was wild, captivating, and everyone’s favorite party guest. Known for her outlandish outfits, she paved the way as a taste maker, clapping and hollering in the front row of shows to proudly display her affection for the genius of the designers she loved.
Tragically taking her own life in 2007, Isabella Blow left behind her an enviable legacy and a fantastic heap of clothing, including the entire graduation collection of Alexander McQueen, which she had to pay for in installments, as she could not afford the £5,000 price tag, and enough Philip Treacy to make any girl go wild.
Somerset House in London is currently honoring this visionary with a retrospective, titled Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore! which celebrates her life, her friends and her to-die-for closet. London Fashion Week may be over, but the city will continue to pulsate with fashion lovers until March 2nd, when the exhibition closes. Get in while you can.
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