About a year ago, my friend Mat launched a funky, new online furniture store called Apt 2B, which aims to sell stylish pieces at affordable prices. The timing seemed perfect: I desperately needed a new couch, er, SOFA as my current one was in a murky state of disrepair (speckled with red dots thanks to an explosion of fake blood from a 2006 House MD screener — long story). The only downside for me was that I would have to order a sofa sight-unseen as this was an online-only venture.
Well, a year later, I still have my decrepit couch, but perhaps not for long. Mat and his team have taken over the Alpha space on Melrose Avenue here in Los Angeles for a month-long “pop-up” of sorts. I dropped by the opening night to finally see the goods in 3D, and I have to say, it was all super cool. I’m not just saying that because Mat is a friend of mine. I say it because I really liked what I saw. I swear I’ve fallen in love with a sectional, and at just over $1300, it’s a total steal. This could in fact signal the end of days for my old Crate & Barrel sofa.
Don’t take my word for it though. My friend Phamtastic tagged along as well, and given that she definitely knows her interior design, I hold her opinion in high regard. In short, she loved Apt 2B too, and already she’s planning on purchasing some big ticket items for her friend (who has charged her with redecorating his living room). The point is this: if you live in Los Angeles and are in the market for some stylish, funky furniture or decor, be sure to swing by the Apt 2B pop-up this month. Tell Mat that B-Side Blog sent you!
Apt 2B at Alpha
8654 Melrose Ave
West Hollywood, CA Mon-Sat: 11a – 7p; Sun: 12 – 6p
There’s never a dull moment in Hollywood it seems, and last night was no exception. Nylon Magazine held its annual “Young Hollywood” Party, and given that I am the paragon of the young Hollywood ideal, it seemed like the logical thing for me to attend this bash. Joining me were two of my lady lovers, Phamtastic and Ashton, and our friend Sean (not a lady lover, but a spirited gentleman nonetheless). Together the four of us proudly tromped our way through Hollywood hotspot Bardot to take in the lights, the stars, and most importantly, the free booze.
A few nights ago, my friend Katie had a party to celebrate the launch of her new Painted Nail products, and so my crew (IndianJones and Phamtastic) and I all trekked on over to see what the hullaballoo was about. Here’s the thing: when Katie throws a party, you go. Last time I dropped by one of her events, I got a picture with Maria Conchita Alonso. ‘Nuff said.
Anyway, for those of you who aren’t familiar, Katie runs a much-lauded nail salon here in Los Angeles, and soon it shall be featured prominently on the TV Guide reality show The Nail Files, starring Katie and her boyfriend Walter. I’m happy to report the cameras were rolling at the party, which means my burgeoning side career of appearing briefly in the background of reality shows continues to thrive. (Stay tuned to Bravo for more on that front)
I’ve been on a small ice cream kick lately ever since I procured David Lebovitz’s food bible, The Perfect Scoop. Actually, it had been more of a chocolate sorbet kick, but last week I decided to elevate my game with an attempt at mint ice cream. It’s difficult for me to have ice cream without the presence of chocolate though; so I turned the volume up — as Ina would say — and also stirred in some homemade chocolate fudge ripple.
Paper Magazine held a party for its annual “Beautiful People” issue last night at the Standard in West Hollywood, and I was lucky enough to snag an invitation to the swanky event. Also attending were the lovely Phamtastic and Ashton, who have become two of my more reliable nightlife co-pilots in recent weeks. The three of us headed on out to the party in our most Beautiful People-y outfits, which in the case of me meant wearing a shirt missing three buttons. Thankfully, Phamtastic’s Asian roots meant that she could quickly and efficiently repair the situation, and while the people watching was highly enjoyable, it could barely hold a candle to the pure joy I had in watching Phamtastic toil with needle and thread on my shirt.
But I digress. The party was super fun, and there was a lovely smattering of low-level celebrities to keep it interesting. Plus, Keri Hilson performed. To quote Ina Garten: “How bad can THAT be?”
Nene Leakes went on Ellen and happily tore apart her Celebrity Apprentice co-star, Star Jones. The funny thing is that this was Nene holding back. Can’t wait to see the women butt heads later this season…
I had it in my mind Friday night that I’d be spending the evening in watching The Soup and catching up on work. And yet somehow I wound up going out and about in Hollywood instead. That’s probably thanks to two of my lady friends, Phamtastic and Ashton, who were hot to trot for some nightlife. Who was I to deny them that?
The three of us headed to Michael Utsinger’s “NYC Invades LA” event at The Roxbury, the iconic ’90s hotspot (and movie namesake) which has been reborn in Hollywood after having been shuttered for over a decade. Some random pictures from the event as well as various embarrassing photos of me dancing after the jump… Continue reading →
As much as I adore fast food, I have some serious gaps in my experience. For example, I’ve never eaten Taco Bell (that will change next month — an outing is scheduled). Similarly, up until last night, I’d never tried one of McDonald’s famed Shamrock Shakes, but with St. Patty’s day right around the corner and all the scuttlebutt about the green libations on Facebook and Twitter, I could no longer stand on the sidelines of fast food culture. It was time to cross this drink off my quaffing bucket list.
After the jump, check out photos, courtesy of Phamtastic, of my very first Shamrock Shake. Continue reading →
Last weekend I was invited to Kobe Bryant’s handprint and footprint ceremony at Grauman’s Chinese Theater in Hollywood, and I couldn’t have been more excited. Not only was it my first time attending such an event, but it was also the first time the legendary theater had honored an athlete. This was a momentous and historic occasion, and in an effort to document it, I happily borrowed my friend’s Flipcam (thanks, Phamtastic!) and headed over to the ceremony, not really sure what was in store for me. All I wanted was some sort of interaction with Kobe — whether it be a conversation or just a nod hello (but ideally a conversation, with the option of becoming best friends). I can assure you that I did have some success. It’s all in the video above.
I may be a Knicks fan through and through, but I was gladly “purp & yellow” that day.
When I went to Germany three and a half years ago with my friends jash and m_ruv, I returned with an undying love for currywurst, a local street food in Berlin that combines sausage and curried ketchup. Some vendors sell it with bratwurst, others with bockwurst, and quite frankly there are many heated arguments (according to Time-Out Berlin) about the proper way to prepare the dish. All I know is that every time I ordered it (which was quite often on our brief four day jaunt), I loved it.
Unfortunately, German restaurants are few and far between here in Los Angeles, and the ones that do exist have pretty meager currywurst offerings. That’s why I was so excited when my friend IndianJones emailed me (and our friend Phamtastic, who is actually German) this morning about the opening of Berlin Currywurst. Located in the heart of the Silver Lake neighborhood of Los Angeles, Berlin Currywurst looked to be what I’d been waiting for all these years: A CURRYWURST MECCA. It should be no surprise then that I trekked out there on its opening day today for a solo lunch amidst the hipsters and hippies at Sunset Junction.