//About

Adam Hauck

Wrought of flesh, bone -- and after all these years -- probably a little vodka, Adam remains simply...glib. Armed with a love for artichokes and a rhetoric born from years of infidelity to your lord jesus christ, he walks the streets of Los Angeles with an undeserved air of accomplishment, doling out pithy comments to whomever will grant him an audience. And while, upon reflection, all of the above kinda makes him sound homeless, the fact remains that he got into the housing market safely before its peak.

Cari Hauck

Today, I out myself: I have an openly secret crush on the independent filmmaker Jim Jarmusch, and while I respect his auteurist body of work, I think it is mostly because of his hair. Because really, how can you not love his hair? PS. To clarify, I'm in New York City. Everyone else here is in California, primarily Southern. People ask. Do they ever!

Conn Reilly

An integral part of our humble site since the very beginning, but not until very recently did he opt to contribute very much. So as for now, we'll say he's a pretty snazzy photographer.

Ben Murray

Determined. Focussed. Disarming. Ribald. He also has a pretty hot girlfriend in case you were interested.

Toby Wilkins: "British" and "Irritated" are two words often used in conjunction with Toby. But those few who get to see his pleasant side, have a treat awaiting them in the form of some really excellent cooking over a BBQ.

Hadwin Kingsley: It is 117 degrees outside the café in Hollywood. There is a smoking man enjoying a cup of hot black coffee while re-reading a treatise on the war of 1812. As the smoke clears, the distinctive brown leather jacket and wool pants tell the tale of a man wholly unaffected by atmospheric phenomena. This is Tantalus.

Amis North: North is a tiny, shiny, angry teddy bear wielding an axe no bigger than your mother's peach cobbler, no heavier than your papa's riding mower. Also, he's from boston, and he appears to have an affinity for sleeping his days away.

Stephanie Steiner: Ms. Steiner has a disney complex. She also has a cellular phone which she uses only on the weekends. This is not because she gets some cut rate, but because she's convinced that during the work week, the phone spits out a radiation that rivals a nuclear reactor. Why she thinks the weekends are safe is anyone's guess...but the running theory is that she's become convinced that copious amounts of alcohol safely counteracts the effects of said radiation.