profile picture

363111933

About Me

About The AuthorEven prior to his thirteenth birthday Stan Lerner the child prodigy was compared to the great artists of history. His paintings were of the stature of Miro and his writings reminiscent of Poe, and Tolstoy. Today he stands almost alone as the towering artistic force or our time. From the paintings of Black Period, to the motion picture “Meet The Family”, to the Las Vegas music spectacle “Night Tribe”, and the novel “Stan Lerner’s Criminal” he has done nothing less than shift the paradigm of his chosen mediums. An artist’s, artist, his name resounds in the worlds of both art and business, but more than this his work has been a light to the disenfranchised. Embracing the dark, not afraid to find humor, the pure sexual celebration of music, all part of his most diverse pallet. Born and raised in East Los Angeles Stan Lerner the author is the product of the worst public school systems in the United States. Yet he was accepted to UCLA where he attended, and was perhaps most distinguished for his lifestyle and business savvy. A multi-millionaire artist by the age of eighteen his great artistic talent was perhaps eclipsed in the public eye by his fantastic wealth and fast lifestyle. Ultimately the death of his beloved father gave him the focus to pursue his artistic talents singularly. As a painter, playwright, musician, choreographer, screenwriter, director, and novelist, triumph after triumph has ensued. The one time jet setter is now hardly seen in public. The Lerner work however is never ending and always evolving. It is hard to imagine that such a profound body of work spanning more than twenty years is the work of a man just forty-two years of age. Lerner now only further solidifies his place in history and his value as a national treasure with every work.
Stan Lerner's LA Signings
Stan Lerner's Criminal Book Soup Event!
Stan Lerner's Criminal Metropolis Event!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Don't let the scary crime stories fool you, I love people, and I want to meet everyone.

My Blog

THE FINAL BEAM

Oliver, the NSA tells me that youre not writing at your usual Starbucks. Is everything okay? asked President Elect Obama. Im fine. Ive just been writing a lot about LA Live so Ive been working...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:48:00 GMT

DOWNTOWN OLIVER BROWN LIGHTS A CHRISTMAS TREE

When youre Downtown Oliver Brown, not much fazes you. But waking up with my hot nineteen-year-old girlfriends MOTHER naked in my bed did actually give me what felt like a flutter in my chest followe...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jan 2009 09:02:00 GMT

Downtown Oliver Brown Meets a Stupid Architecture Critic

I stopped by Starbuck 11th and Grand with every intention of walking over to the new Starbucks at LA Live. But as a member of the Downtown community I did feel obligated to at least say hi to my all ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 23:36:00 GMT

DOWNTOWN OLIVER BROWN -- MISHA’S MOM

I spotted Tim Leiweke, the president of AEG, out of the corner of my eye. I had just sat down at Starbucks 11th and Grand to finally focus on a script about a writer who moves Downtown to get away fro...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 08:13:00 GMT

The Genie Is Finally Out Of The Bottle Rock

I've been sitting for five hours straightunbelievable. I looked at the screen of my laptop and contemplated just how much work adapting "Stan Lerner's Criminal" into a movie was turning out to be. M...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:15:00 GMT

KELSEY OUT OF MY HOUSE

I suspected that there might be something wrongKelsey knew better than to leave my front door unlocked. My mind drifted to Sam Noah and friends. Not like them to be in my house, I thought to myself. ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 02:42:00 GMT

KELSEY STILL IN MY HOUSE

I woke up with the now familiar feeling of Kelsey lying on top of me. Not on the side of me. Not with her head on my shoulder. But flat, horizontal, on top. I should mention here that this nocturnal s...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 08:01:00 GMT

KELSEY IN MY HOUSE

It was late for the home phone to be ringing. The cell phone ringing at 3:30 in the morningjust another night, but the home phone at 10:00 p.m., very interesting. "Hi Mr. Lerner, this is Fred at the ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 22:32:00 GMT

Downtown Oliver Brown

Good thing I put on a jacket, it's got to be only ninety degrees out, wouldn't want to catch a cold. What is with this weather? Hmm Joe looks the same. Joe pulled his SUV of some kind into the drivewa...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:18:00 GMT

Erin Brockovich’s Daughter

Eve, the blind girl, kneeled down on the futon she called a bed in her very simple, Venice Beach, studio apartment. I pulled her sweatshirt up over her head and almost in the same motion brought my li...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 00:32:00 GMT