Aric Allen

The last flower farm in Hollywood

For generations, the Kuromi family has been part of the story of Los Angeles. My short documentary examines an old panoramic photograph that was copied and passed down through generations, helping to bridge the gaps in memory left behind after the family lost everything when they were sent to a concentration camp in Arizona during…
Where there is a spring there are people

Mercedes Dorame let me document her newest installation, “Deliquescence: Sites of Transformation.“
His portrait of her hair

Artist Mustafa Ali Clayton opens his studio during the creation of a new sculpture for an exhibition at The Huntington.
Building your own tools

Artist Wang Mansheng crafts his own brushes from found natural materials.
My Dad Asked Me What Acid Felt Like

A story about dropping acid at a Grateful Dead show stirs conflict at a family dinner and unfolds into a lyrical reflection on marriage, memory, and how we navigate our way back to one another.
Mineo has a chainsaw

Making a sculpture using carbonized California oak, steel, and ceramic.
The Cabin Notebook

It’s about the time I spent the winter in a cabin, in the mountains of Arizona, because I thought I was going to write a novel. Something else happened that I think about almost every day.
Clusters of Eden

I translated an infamous nineteenth century origin myth for the twenty first century.
The Old Menus of New Chinatown

Retracing the history of Chinatown in Los Angeles using old Chinese restaurant menus as a guide.
1-800-KISS-MY-ASS

In the five years I worked for Russ, he pulled three hundred and thirty million dollars out of his company.
Bay of Smokes

Smog first came to Los Angeles suddenly, like a stranded hitchhiker. It was July 8th, 1943, and we were at war…