Walking into Israeli hair stylist Alon Shalom’s new salon on Melrose Avenue is like entering a luxurious lounge in Marrakech. From sumptuous archways to Moroccan-inspired tiles, it’s easy to forget this is West Hollywood.
Dr. Judith Orloff’s adolescence reads like a Jewish version of “Girl, Interrupted,” the 1999 film starring Wynona Ryder as teenage social misfit whose parents sent her to a psych ward. However, there is a happier ending in Orloff’s story.
Some of the top names in fashion today are Jewish: Donna Karan, Anne Klein, Calvin Klein, Michael Kors.
Those once-coveted outfits in your closet now elicit sighs of “I have nothing to wear” as last year’s trends take their inevitable plunge.
On the afternoon I attended the Annenberg Space for Photography’s latest exhibition, “Beauty Culture,” I was standing in the dark watching a series of fashion images projected in the digital gallery, when I was distracted by a woman who entered the room. I did a double take, as I recognized her as one of the iconic women featured in the exhibition, a former fashion model.
I wonder every time I go into and out of the office, what art is for? To capture the truth of a person or a thing? To tell that truth in unexpected ways to people who expect it least?
As the events unfolded, it was a story that could only be measured against the biblical account of Job. It was everyone's worst nightmare.
Since its unveiling in Boston, the response to the Beauty Function has been overwhelming: Media, including New Scientist and Forbes, have been eager to report on a computer program that can change the landscape of digital photography.
Heaven, paradise -- choose a synonym: ecstasy, bliss, rapture. We use such words to describe experiences of perfect, supreme happiness, God on earth. The conditions on Sunday merited all such descriptions, especially that immaculately blue sky. Skies like that burn gloom away.
No one deserves a spa experience more than you do. Just picture it -- warm tubs scented with essential oils, invigorating body scrubs, refreshing botanical blend face masks smoothed on in soothing circular massaging motions and misty showers with luscious gels.
Poets have been known to wax lyrical about "the glory that was Greece." Yet a visitor to Greece today quickly finds that the glory's not only in the past tense. While those who built the shrines to Zeus and Apollo are long gone, the people who inhabit modern Greece are unquestionably alive.
The breathtaking beauty of Pepperdine University inspires spirituality, surely not unintentional for the founders of this 67-year-old Churches of Christ institution, where instilling moral values based on a love of God is as much a part of the mission as academic excellence.
At the very top of the tiered campus is Pepperdine's School of Law. On its top floor is the office of Sam Levine, an associate professor of law who happens to be an Orthodox rabbi at the nexus of quietly flourishing Jewish community in the middle of a Christian university.
Indeed, to appropriate a popular bumper sticker, if you're not outraged by Vashti's bad rap, you're not paying attention.
"Gloomy Sunday" is the English title for the more aptly named German-Hungarian film "A Song of Love and Death," but under either label it is a movie of exceptional visual and dramatic beauty.
Opening in the 1930s in Budapest, fabled in pre-war Europe for its handsome architecture and women, "Gloomy Sunday" starts as a good, old-fashioned love triangle, or rather a quadrangle.
The Purim beauty pageant of 1956 is long forgotten in the shtetl that was Queens Village, N.Y. But for me it is the stuff of personal destiny.
"Why don't we f--- this audition and I'll play you right now for the part?" she said. "If I lose, you'll never see me again. But if I win, I walk out of here with the script."
Jim Wayne has cut my hair for more than 20 years. He created first the wedge look and now the clipped curly style of my professional photos.
Either the apocalypse is coming, or I've been living in Los Angeles too long. Last night, I woke up from the most vivid dream, the kind that feels like it lasted all night, the kind of dream that feels like a journey through every emotion.