People have complained a lot about the music scene in Santa Barbara and Goleta-in particular the slim pickings of decent venues for seeing the good smaller bands, local and otherwise. For the younger crowd especially, it seemed the demise of The Living Room and The Hard to Find Showspace left a gaping hole where a thriving, all-ages indie heart once beat.
Chris Messner’s photographs translate details into found art by isolating features of architecture and natural scenes and treating them as elements of composition. It is possible to view the results as mere decorative objects, an impression strengthened by their display in a retail setting.
There is a famous quote from the annals of surf history in which former world champion Nat Young, addressing the derogatory stereotypes of wave riding and the people who pursue it, comments, “We went wrong when we told everyone it was a sport.” Since the wave of surfing mania first broke across the landscape of pop culture-blasting a Beach Boys soundtrack and carrying a cute California girl named Gidget all the way from the Pacific Ocean to Ohio and back-it has been gobbled up by the masses like some sort of sweet but hollow brain candy: ideal fodder for commercials, crappy movies, and short-lived, neon-infused fashion movements that viciously betray the true underpinnings of the original Sport of Kings.
For All Hallows Eve, four Indy food writers offer up remembrances of sweets past.
When it comes to modern American films that find the delicate balance between being tart, smart, and oddly warm and fuzzy, Wes Anderson rules. He’s an aging wunderkind whose latest quirky delight, The Darjeeling Limited, affirms that the writer/director is thus far batting a thousand in his loveably idiosyncratic filmography.
UCSB hosted the first installment of a lecture series on the Holocaust on 10/23.
Responding to the ruthless wild fires currently raging throughout Southern California, the U.S. Forest Service officially closed the Los Padres National Forest on 10/23.
It’s pretty much a given that live reggae music, being earth conscious, surfing, skateboarding, and snowboarding are all good things. But when you put all this stuff together under one roof on a Friday night-well, you have yourself one helluva recipe for a soul-shaking, ass-skanking, shaka-throwing good time.
After a painful childhood, Lars lives isolated in his brother’s garage. One day, he introduces Bianca, an anatomically correct polyurethane doll, as his girlfriend to his family and the people of his small town, turning their lives and his own upside down.
The palatial home of the William A. Clark family, which sits high on the bluff overlooking East Beach, is indeed not the first building to occupy the site. Before the construction of the Clark mansion, the bluff top was home to the William Miller Graham family, prominent in Santa Barbara high society in the early 1900s.
