Devin Brugman

Devin Brugman

Chow of the Month

Interview by: Kenny Han

Photographer: Kinley Winnaman

Devin Brugman

To many of you the term Chow might be a whole new concept to life. To us at LC and the community we've built along the way, it is a common yet still ambiguous under- standing we have come to terms with to depict the women

who we hold at the highest of stan- dards. Women who are as beautiful as they are intelligent, inspiring as they are creative. Wel- come to our world of Chows.

Our first official Chow of the Month, Devin Brugman, was born in Oakland, CA and raised in Maui. She moved out to LA, straight out of high school and currently calls the Santa Monica (West LA) her home. Outside of the incredible structure handed to her from God, she holds the finite attitude and creative know how that anybody would want to fuck with. Last week, we at Los Chronicles sat down with Devin and had a dope shoot playing off her relaxed, simplistic and vintage driven style. Some how we got a little Q & A sesh a midst the magic on the boat.. Here's what were able to pull out of this American blessing:

How do you like to show your patrio- tism?

Well, if waving that American flag in the middle of the Pacific freezing my tits off on that boat wasn't patriotic, then I don't know what is!

Very true. haha. Did you know the declaration of independence was written on hemp paper? (Next level shit. I know.)

You would know that lol.

Again, Very true. Enough about American shit. What is it like living on your own in a city like LA since you were 18?

Well, I moved out to LA when I was 17 and it was probably the best decision I've ever made for myself. I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that I hated high school and that there was no way in hell I was about to attend a big univer- sity with frat boys and shit.

So, I graduated high school early and moved out to LA. I partied for a year straight which was good cause I got

Devin Brugman it out of my system. Now i'm only 20 and I think i have a pretty good grasp on life. (key word "think") It's been crazy fun, a serious whirlwind of
madness, but I wouldn't change a thing about how I did it all even if i could.

Maui or LA, which do you fuck with on a higher level?

Maui hands down. But, LA is where I need to be right now. There's a vibe about LA that I love. The people are open minded and optimistic and the energy in this city is seriously contagious.

For all the Stalkers on LC, where are the dope spots on the Westside that they could probably find you on a Friday or Saturday night? (I'm the biggest stalker on here)

Haha. Well, you can find me at FAN- TASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB on Pico Blvd. Kidding, umm my favorite bar in SM is defi- nitely Reenes on Wilshire. Dark lighting, good music, & strong drinks ;) I go out in Venice a lot and on Main St. in Santa Monica too. Nikkis, The Basement Tavern, & Town- house are a few of my usual

spots lol. Hon- estly though, most of the time you can find me sitting my ass on my couching drinking a stella & blogging.

You're currently juggling school, work and having a real life in one of the most hectic environments on the planet. How do you handle, and what tips do you give others doing the same thing?

Sometimes it's hard to handle but as parental as this will sound, it's important to prioritize! There's shit going on every single night in LA, and if you get caught up in it, the city will eat you alive. I've had my moments but for the most part I try to stay positive, enjoy each day, and stick with the few people I trust out here.

How does it feel to be LosChronicles first official "Chow of the Month". Outside of the obvious most fucking amazing, next level, inspiring moment of your life answer.

Haha, well yeah besides all that.

Ummm it's rad as shit. May possibly be the coolest thing I've done yet. I am stoked to be supporting LosChronicles and of course honored to be called a Chow. You guys are too sweet.

What female on this vast planet do you consider a definite Chow?

I've had a serious girl crush on Mila Kunis long before the whole Black Swan craze. She's beautiful. Megan fox is an obvi- ous babe too. I'd be down haha.

The weather looked a like it may have gotten a little... Nippy, on the shoot. How was that experience? Boat rides and shit, we got extravagant for you.

Yes it was nippy out there in the open ocean. The Doc Martens didn't keep me warm! But the boat was absolutely amazing. It was so much fun and was the most beautiful day. The team you guys have got going at LC is dope, they made me feel so

comfortable.

What do you think is sexier on a woman brains or body? What do you think is more vital to survival?

Brains. Intelligence is sexy. It's strange to me when women intentionally dumb themselves down. Beauty is power but it doesn't last forever. Having a good head on your shoulders will get you places. Intelli- gence, wit, and the ability to think critically would impress me much more than a pretty girl with nothing to say.

The big thing with our generation is everyone is trying to grow up to the fast. Do you ever feel like time is ticking on you, espe- cially being out in a city like LA where every- thing so fast passed? Especially compared to Maui where people seem so much into the here and now, rather worrying about tomorrow.

Moving out here alone forced me to grow up quickly. I'm not trying to say

I'm the most mature and independent person because i'm not lol. I'm still a kid! But there is nothing innocent about Los Angeles so the pressure to grow up is on more than ever here. I always feel like time is ticking on me but then I have to stop myself and realize that I'm only 20 years old. In Hawaii, no one really worries about anything. Age is just a number and the generations have just all mixed together. It's screwed up but stress free. When I go home i'm never pressured about future plans or expectations but when i'm in LA that's what it's all about.

Hopefully we didn't scare you away and you'll be down to do a another shoot with us soon. Fasho.

Not at all. I love what you guys are doing here and I'm stoked to be a part of it. Would shoot again with you guys any day!

Fuck With Her
Twitter: @Devin_Brugman
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Back of the Bus

Back of the Bus

Cultural Chronicles

Julian Evans

Most of my homies in LA haven't fucked with public transportation at all. Maybe 1 or 2 of them had to take the bus a couple of times to work when their car broke down or whatever but overall the bus (and especially the train) is a mystery to many Angelenos. Honestly I'm pretty fucking proud of my how I transport myself around LA- I get to meet tons of tripped out people who I would never have EVER met without taking the bus AND get see the city on a whole in a pretty raw way. Let's be real though- if I had whip I would be riding that shit to Venice every other day to kick it on the beach.

I grew up in NYC, so I know whats

good with the train. I was riding that shit solo-dolo in 5th grade and have really grown up on the bus and train. Still none of that ever prepared me for some of the shit that has happened to me in this crazy ass city. People in LA don't have that A to B, ant-like mentality that makes everyone move at a crazy pace in New York. A combination of weather and other relaxing aspects of southern Cali (like the wonderful greenery) make people just move differently. That difference makes the most sense to me when I'm on the bus because LA people don't always have a point A to start from or a point B to get. Some people just got on the bus to ride it endlessly from one part of the giant valley to another. Or maybe even into another valley.

Whatever the case these people and places have given me mad stories to tell. From seven transvestites getting on the bus on Santa Monica and La Brea

talking about their late night exploits at the top of their to a dude in full on egyptian pharaoh garb and headphones straight up raving on the the red line train by himself, LA public transportation is nuts. Trust.

Most recently I was on the 2 bus heading from Alvarado and Sunset to Sunset and Barrington in Brentwood and there was a couple sitting against the back wall of the bus in the corner across from me. I always sit there because its obviously the most swaged out part of the bus. You can scope everyone from the back on some real life LA Noire type shit. I noticed the dude of the couple subtlety trying to stand up and butt-slam back down on the chair repeatedly. This fool then proceeds to grab some shit from his backpack, turn himself to face the chair, kneel down and stuff the shit from his bag inscide the crevice in between the seat and the base of the bench. Forreal.

Homie, thats some next level public drug transportation tech. Only problem is the seat wasn't closing so he had to keep smashing his ass against the chair to try to make it go down. After a while he gets up and just lets the chair sit there slightly ajar above the base. True genius. A few stops later he sliped a kiss to his girlfriend and hopped off.

I checked my own seat... must have sat too close to the front.

Radical Times

Cultural Chronicles

Matthew Adesuyan

" Strange times are near." - The Black Keys

Throughout history there has been a spectrum of radical movements; from Jesus and his disciples' crusade across the Middle East and Northern Africa

spreading Love and a religion promoting peace and order; to Hitler and the Nazis manipulating impoverished masses with force and promise of economic revival (which he did).

These radical ideas, leaders, and groups sprung to fruition, bringing change to often failing societies. At times the demand for change were derived from pent up frustra- tion, and at times they were nurtured in through

democracy and balance.

Whether the catalyst for these radical undertakings were ill-spirited or from an undeniable need to evolve as a society, the times at which they occurred were radical and the people who shaped those times were the key.

There's a quote from Hunter S. Thompson that never has kept me from getting fucked over in life, "We is the most important word in Politics." At the end of the day- life, every moment,

every decision is politics- WE makes the choices.

Up until recently movements towards change were spread solely on word of mouth; WE had to find out from his brother or from her best friend, or from his girl.

WE was a minority and so vast in range, it took months, years, even decades to ever be seen or heard by the royal WE. Martin Luther King fought for 14 years and was arrested 20 times

to get his voice heard across the world, Fela Kuti made music for 30 years touring the world as he fought oppression and poverty for all Africans. Still some of you may not know his name.

Today a person with such pull could potentially spread a message, reach a nation, and spark radical revolutions. The recent revo- lutions throughout the Middle East being a perfect example.

Not too long ago the word 'viral' was used only to describe diseases. The spawn of the Viral age started with the inception of the Bloggers, the online newspapers, the Coders, the Tumblrs all these new breeds of people and terminology has become the foundation of a new Radical movement.

In a day Charlie Sheen metamor- phosed himself from a scum bag drug addict, piece of shit father. To a National baus, having the balls and ego

to say fuck you to the media and societal judgements of his blissful lifestyle of cocaine dosed orgy sessions with crack whore esque pornstar Fishes.


The Passion.

In 24 hours of delivering one of the most elegant displays of radical showmanship in history, Charlie Sheen amassed 1 million followers on Twitter. In a day he created his own army, his own nation, his own following and a religion, and language was born with it. Tiger blood, Bi-Winning, RADICAL. All sponged from a one hour interview.

The immediacy of communication is instant, in seconds a thought can be heard around the world. Without ever leaving your seat, an idea for radical change can be carried out.


OFWGKTA.

In what seems like days, this acronym swallowed pop culture whole, spitting out only the raw ferocity of a rebellious youth. If you weren't there from the embryonic stages, watching the OddFuture monster brew on Fairfax blvd, then chances are they did POP on to your browser and soon takeover your blogs within days.

But this movement has been develop- ing since their birth, imagine the youth who lived through the LA Riots, the Mexican gang wars, and a dying government and economy... (And don't forget, the copius chiefing of Can nabis since adolescence.)

I'm not talking merely about OddFu- ture, I'm referencing a generation of beings, a wave of consciousness that is preparing to crash on to the shores of reality and the world is about to witness it first hand.

You can feel it as much as you can see it. Everyday revolution is spreading

like a virus; a viral plague forcing change on a spec- trum of levels and societal barriers.

Everyone and everything is an outlet to change, the perception of life to the masses. That's fucking Radical.

Radical Times
Whoonga

Whoonga

This Fucked Up World

Matthew Adesuyan

In an "ain't that some fucking shit" moment, South Africa brings rise to a new drug epidemic, 'Whoonga'. A mix of Weed, heroin, rat poison and to make sure your fucked up by the end of the night, the anti- retro viral drugs used for AIDS treatment.

Whoonga, not an entirely new drug, swooped the impoverished city of Durban, South Africa last year and has begun to spread throughout the country due to it's instantly highly addictive traits. The substance costs 20 rand which is about $3 a hit but users crave the drug constantly forcing them to take multiple hits a day.

Unsurprisingly Whoonga's impact is centered at the lives of the extremely

poor and ripples into the lower class of South Africa, who have now begun to turn to prostitution and crime in-order to support their deadly habits.

Yet the really fucked up and twisted part of the plot is the disturbing means by which human beings are going to garner the AIDS medicine to cook-up Whoonga.

Addicts robbing patients as they leave treatment centers have become common place in Durban, while others have gotten so hooked to the drug, they are choosing to actually get mother fucking, AIDS, so they can receive free prescriptions of the anti-retro viral drugs.

The irony is almost depressing. How fucked could a nation really be, that the cure for one of the most deadly viruses of all time becomes the drug that they kill and steal for to get high.

Ignorance has always been the deadliest disease of them all, and it

proves no different in this case. AIDS has made such a triflin' impact into South Africa that the implementa- tion of a cure isn't even weighted in, rather mocked and flipped in to a completely oppo- site direction.

Or it could all be a fucking Illuminati conspiracy to erase niggas off the planet. lol. But really tho.

Whoonga