Anna Webber – Los Angeles Photographer

Devendra Banhart performs private show, Los Angeles

Devendra Banhart, the family affair
By Anna Webber

Chronicle Books, Filter magazine and Space15Twenty kicked off  a month-long gallery event Saturday with the ³Family: Photographs by Lauren Dukoff² Book signing and celebrational gathering with special guests Devendra Banhart, Matteah Baim, Ariana Delwari, Hecuba, and others.

It’s dusk in Hollywood, the devoted arrive early, the restless in line, the new-age hippie kids of Los Angeles, Topanga, and Laurel Canyon feed in and usher through the chipped brick corridors of the open air venue. They want to reminisce and imagine what it was, and existentially adhere to the dream. They are there to sit in Lauren Dukoff’s shoes, the one lucky enough of all of us to have been there at the right time, to have high-schooled with Devendra, a few years younger. It’s the Almost Famous story of a kid who got hooked in, literally, hooked in, and mentored by the new ones. Not the Rainbow children who weave baskets and sleep in vans, no longer the sort from obsolete Woodstock communes of 50 years ago. But so much the same, yet so much more innocent.

Members of the Family include Devendra, Joanna Newsom, Bat For Lashes, Vetiver, Cibelle, Hecuba and more. Lauren, with her long black pigtailed hair, rosy cheeks and dark, purple eyes, has photographed them all. She sits behind a table of books, posters, and flyers, hugging hippie boy after hippie girl, scrawling loose signatures across each of her bound books. She hugs each and every one, each dressed in their Sunday’s best, feathers and beads. To an outsider, it really was a family affair. Most looked the same, and similarly familiar. It goes to show its not just the glam-rocker batty-eyed stilleto-ed Too-Good-For-You’s here in LA. The place was packed full, and the line outside wrapped around the corner.

The sun sets and Devendra walks through the crowd to the stage, meeting there Adam Tullie, and Angeline Rivas. The set was fine, just fine, just three songs and a half. Two were full instrumentals, there were no lights, little volume. But you could hear a pin drop. Few were satiated, but after getting past the hurried set one realizes it’s not the music everyone was there for, it was the feeling. This was Lauren’s night.