In the vein of one of my favorite poems David Trinidad’s From Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera, Season Two, 1965-1966, I decided to track all of my activities at Coachella a bit tipsy on Johnnie Walker while sitting in a hot tub in La Quinta. A bit of subverted autobiography I guess.
The weather was a popular topic for this year’s Coachella, almost taking precedent over the banter about the line-up. We were greeted on Friday by dark ominous clouds, and by mid-afternoon, beach balls were left floating sadly in the rippling waters of deserted pools. We were at the Ace Hotel for Steve Harrington x Generic Surplus pop-up shop, safe in the confines of a neon prismatic room looking out at the rain, itching to get to the festival yet worried about the cold, harsh conditions. “Fuck it,” I finally said. I texted a friend who was already there and asked her how she was dealing with the weather. “Getting stoned and dancing.” Perfect.
My first Coachella! I’m so excited. My friend, S, scored a pair of tickets and VIP passes, so we splurge for a one-night stay at the La Quinta Resort. Coachella is hotter than I could have imagined. We get to Empire Polo Field way too early and don’t quite know what to do with ourselves until we discover the VIP area, which is practically heaven after sweating it out on the field: water misters! Flushable toilets! Spicy Pie pizza! We use the area to recharge between bands.
You love Los Angeles. You love movies. You love food. Every first Wednesday of the month, Food X Frame will discuss a movie that was shot or set in LA and provide a corresponding recipe. BYOB.
Warning: If you ever google “Swingers”, please tack on the word “movie”, especially if you’re doing a google image search. Learn from my mistakes.
Swingers—the beloved tale of love, loss, and Pink Dot– is Jon Favreau’s convoluted lettre d’amore to Los Angeles. The city plays a central role in the film, one from which the entire plot revolves, not only for what it holds– the bars, the booze, the beautiful babies– but for what it promises. Mike (Jon Favreau) is trying to get over his nasty breakup and start a relationship with someone new: LA.
We may have the most prolific grapefruit tree in Beverly Hills, possibly in all of Los Angeles County. There’s so much fruit, we can’t give it all away.
Enter Food Forward. This is the brilliant nonprofit that gleans fruit from backyard trees and delivers the bounty to local food banks as well as community special events. So now, we not only can give away the yellow orbs, we can give them away for good.