The sun, like a quivering organ, brings the flimsy desert air to convulsion. To breathe in the dry heat of the desert is to drink up California’s oft referenced part. In Indian Wells, CA, the desiccant climate is whetted every year by the cool, shiny talent of the world’s best tennis players.
The Fed Express, the Swiss Maestro, the Mighty Federer: these are just a few of the hundreds of nicknames forged over decades of celebration around one of, if not the, greatest tennis players of all time, Roger Federer. Born on Aug. 8, 1981 in the mountains of Basel, Switzerland, Federer began his tennis career at […]
Remember the time it all came down to you? Your friends or teammates waiting anxiously to see if you would be the one to push your team to victory? You could feel the sweat falling down your face and your heart pounding right out of your chest?
Bret Easton Ellis in his novel Less Than Zero characterizes the L.A. sun as a sort of incessant breath, whose orange-white effulgence melts identity. He gives us “Images of teenagers, people my own age, looking up from the asphalt and being blinded by the sun.”