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Distance has a habit of rendering some things clear and others invisible.

One of the chief benefits of being an outsider is having no bridges to burn, no in-laws to upset.

Let’s try something else?

I’ll keep looking.

The most decisive year in LA’s modern history is around the corner. Will the city meet the moment?

Postfire redevelopment could help long-term Altadena residents regain their footing—or hasten their exit.

A hole in the universe opened in the Valley. We tried lying on top of it.

Is anyone still buying what Sunset is selling?

Eviction is a feature, not a bug, of tenancy in common.

Welcome to Sun City, cradle of American retirement.

Robots take to the roads—and clog the sidewalks.

The utopian potential of a hot hippie enjoying his precut wood

An unconventional key to some of the features of a Los Angeles housing tract

Who built Case Study House #16?

Rick Caruso’s Cheesecake Factory of the mind

Green is LARB’s color; it also happens to be the Granada’s

In July, Tesla opened its own neo-Googie Diner on Santa Monica Boulevard, giving Los Angeles a slice of Muskian techno-utopia.

There’s room aplenty within LA’s vast sprawl, where interstices of immanent potential have been left unbothered for the last hundred years.

NOX presents consciousness not as humanity’s exclusive domain, but an emergent property that brings with it inevitable suffering.

McCoy takes shots at MGM Studios, Mel Brooks, and the director Herbert Ross—La Mesa property owners all—but reserves the bulk of her disgust for Roger Corman.

Franklin D. Israel embraced the “intensification of uncertainty” on the long slide toward oblivion of the American Century, with Los Angeles, as always, glittering on the precipice.

On our own, we are defenseless against the fireball we happen to depend on for existence.

For activists of air, the atmosphere is not only “up there” but comes from, and returns to, the ground.