Sketch by Jacqueline Ann Winter

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Her nervous toes danced under the table. She thought, on this dismal day in South West London, the time had come to confess her state of tangled affairs. She could, given the spotlight for long enough, call attention to quite a few issues plaguing the Longley family dynamic. But instead, she thought it best to focus solely on the whole-bodied emotional affair she had been having with her parents’ neighbors’ 33 year-old son, Kingsley Stone, whom she had met three years prior at an equally dismal Christmas dinner. The families had come together in their typically matte fashion, and her husband Bill had his shirt ironed crisp and wore a smile only she could forget. Read the whole story »

“Cross Country Random Acts of Flowers” is the undertaking of artist Andrea LaHue. Read the whole story »

Val Patterson is a Photographer born, raised & currently residing in Los Angeles. She is best known for her charity photo book “The Pink Project,” which benefits the fight against breast cancer & sexual assault. Val is currently working on her next two books, “The Mona Lisa Project” & “Sleepwalking in Palos Verdes,” which are scheduled for release in the Fall of 2010. Read the whole story »

by Julia Ingalls

Let’s face it: Century City is still not happening. Despite the hilarious CAA building, a glass structure with a giant empty hole in the center that seems almost too perfect a representation of Hollywood intelligence, Century City fails to enliven. This is human brokerage central, the hub of deal-making and commerce, where eating is for slackers and the elevators only work if you have an access-fob. And really, who doesn’t love a motivated professional with shark teeth and the ability to balance both a yogurt and a starlet’s career in one hand? Read the whole story »

I do not have the H1N1 Virus… I think.

It all started on Thursday night over a steak and wine dinner with some close friends. A barely-there cough emerged that evening and I did my best to ignore it. But it got worse overnight and come the next day I was like something out of a George Romero movie — my skeleton ached. My brain felt like it was melting. My five senses were blurred in a confusing haze of total homeostatic failure. Read the whole story »