Sunday Drive with Joe Donnelly – Home is where the ART is

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Sunday Drive with Joe Donnelly – Into The Wild


Sunday Drive with Joe Donnelly


Nott’s Landing


From Winter/Spring, 2015 Montecito Journal 

In the highly unlikely circumstance you found yourself awake and tromping about the extremely isolated desert surrounding Roswell, New Mexico in the early morning of October 24, and you happened to hear a sonic boom and looked up to the heavens and saw something possibly man-shaped piercing the atmosphere faster than the speed of light, rest assured, it wasn’t Iron Man, or distant relatives coming to claim the mythological Roswell Alien.

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Robert Oshatz



The Portland-based architect — who has designed everything from the floating Fennell Residence to the magical Miyasaka Residence in Japan — mines his spiritual, emotional, poetic and structural depths to create his “from the inside out” architecture. TREATS! meets one of the masters of organic architecture to talk wood and stone, learning to design in reverse order and how to “solve the problem in  a beautiful way.” by Joe Donnelly

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Heroes of the Deep Blue

Originally published in Malibu magazine

El Porto is the perfect Santa Monica Bay surf break, though not because a coincidence of underwater geography makes thewaves there a little bit bigger and more consistent than most local breaks. That helps, but to me it’s so perfect because its inherent contradictions incorporate our strange, dichotomous relationship to the ocean. El Porto’s beach and waves, source of personal pleasure and sometimes even transcendence, are located in the shadow of so many ripe metaphors for our local ecology — the City of Los Angeles’ Hyperion Sewage Treatment, the El Segundo Power Plant, Chevron’s oil refinery. You can sit out there in the lineup and look out into a vast open ocean framed by the headlands of Point Dume to the north and Palos Verdes to the south and be taken by the strange beauty of this place — the way our urban landscape is constantly colliding with nature. Then, look up into the sky and watch jets taking off from LAX for points around the world burning horrific amounts of fossil fuel as they go, passing over the refineries where oil is turned into gasoline, over the towers of the power plants, over the endless spider web of freeways, over the tankers anchored in the bay. Where else do the seemingly conflicting needs of modern man and eternal nature come into such stark contrast?

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The Monster Out of the Box


Originally published in The Surfer’s Journal

A Sandow Birk Omnibus

THE GUEST OF HONOR IS DRESSED IN SLACKS, SENSIBLE SHOES, and a button-down shirt that was possibly ironed. Handsome in a retro, California beach boy way, with hair neater than a dry gin martini, he looks more like someone who stepped out of a Jan and Dean song than a heretic stoking the flames of fatwa. Still, the woman with the salt-and-pepper hair, turquoise jewelry, and the pack of American Spirit cigarettes in her overcoat pocket is palpably agitated. She’s pretty much taken over the question-and-answer session.

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Santa Barbara Modern


Originally published in The Surfer’s Journal (photos are ©Morgan Maassen)

MORGAN MAASSEN drives onto a crowded Stearns Wharf and nearly takes out a half dozen pedestrians on his approach. Not because he’s aggro, but because he’s enraptured telling me about Sandspit, the notorious break just a strong 9-iron chip across a lagoon from the end of the wharf.
Sandspit fires just a few times a year, but when it does, the channel-funneled wave wraps around a rock-made breakwater into very shallow water and “jacks up into the most perfect barrel,” says Maassen. “I’ve seen guys get thrown into those rocks and come out with holes in their bodies. It’s one of the most advanced waves in California.”

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Shaun Tomson – Magic and Loss


Originally published in Huck Magazine

There was a tipping point in surfing history when the door of possibility was busted open wide. And Shaun Tomson dealt the final blow. As the first South African World Champion, his transgressive energy helped legitimate surfing as a professional sport. But the determination he showed back then was nothing compared to what came next, when his family was rocked by tragedy.

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Olivia Wilde

imagesOriginally published in Flaunt

The looks and all that shit can be handled. On any given night, you can bump into 50 women with movie star/model looks (who may actually be movie stars or models) just walking blindfolded down Abbot-Kinney—where Olivia Wilde conveniently (for her, since she lives around the corner) meets for an early Friday dinner on a cold October eve. The looks are easy. It’s the other stuff that’s going to make this difficult. So, damn you, Ms. Wilde, for being smart, funny, passionate, compassionate, interesting, easygoing, and, to top it all off, for having cheekbones even the wildest Irish rose could only dream of. This is the stuff that makes you want to care and not just stare off into the distance while actor X prattles on about his or her art. There’s a word for it—oh, yes, charming. That’s what she’s got, charm. And, like all charismatics, it starts with her eyes. Olivia Wilde née Cockburn may have chosen her stage name in honor of Oscar, but it’s also a double entendre betrayed by her eyes. Alert, alive. Fierce and playful. Confident. Dancing, like a ballerina or a boxer. They’re ready for war, peace, or just a laugh. Even before the waiter arrives to take your drink order, it’s all there on the table. Up to you. Damn her again.

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