Jared Cowan

1 week ago | lataco.com | Jared Cowan

One night, when director Gregory Nava was filming under the 4th-and-Lorena Street Bridge in Boyle Heights, a tragic tie to the past unwittingly became part of the present. It was a cosmic connection so undeniable that even 30 years later it gives the director chills when recounting the story.

3 weeks ago | lataco.com | Jared Cowan

On this Good Friday morning, 126th Street just off Normandie is fairly quiet. Trash bins line the curb, and the occasional dog can be heard barking. The only action for the time being is some savory-smelling barbecue smoke wafting onto the street from a nearby backyard. But just before 11 o’clock, one house comes to life. The garage door of 1418 W 126th Street opens, and a woman places two chairs—one white folding and one that you might find at a dining room table—on the brick porch.

1 month ago | lataco.com | Jared Cowan

“This place feels like it’s from Indiana Jones,” says a young woman as she passes by the imposing, Tetris-reminiscent ruins of the Old Los Angeles Zoo in Griffith Park. She’s right. Only in L.A. could craftspeople construct functioning concrete animal habitats with so much artistry that we’re able to imagine the intrepid fedora-wearing archaeologist whipping his way around the jagged and protruding rock formations cascading down the hillside.

Nov 14, 2024 | lataco.com | Jared Cowan

When the late Wes Craven’s genre-shattering A Nightmare on Elm Street was released forty years ago, moviegoers were unfazed by the mental shift from trick-or-treating and candy corn to Black Friday and turkey that the stroke of midnight on November 1st typically dictates.

Oct 15, 2024 | lataco.com | Jared Cowan

The first rule of this article is… do not read further unless you’ve seen Fight Club. The second rule of this article is… DO NOT READ FURTHER UNLESS YOU’VE SEEN FIGHT CLUB. Ok, now that the twenty-five-year-old spoiler warning is out of the way…It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in Wilmington Waterfront Park, just on the edge of the Port of Los Angeles. I cross paths with a couple of people riding bicycles; occasionally someone passes by walking their dog.