by Paul Bass | Jul 29, 2015 4:34 pm | Comments (2)
The late, lamented Anchor restaurant and bar will rise again—with the same name, without a touch of its history.
by Aliyya Swaby | Jul 29, 2015 4:30 pm | Comments (1)
For Fred Walker, kneading mountains of dough to prepare Chestnut Fine Foods & Confections’ classic French bread is a combination workout and therapy session.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 28, 2015 3:15 pm | Comments (1)
A wet and muggy Monday night, and College Street Music Hall was wide awake. Warmed up by Lady Lamb, members of the audience, packed in shoulder-to-shoulder and bathed in a dusky red light, wiggled and fidgeted, whispering to each other. Would their favorite song make it into the lineup? Was this really everything it was cracked up to be?
by David Sepulveda | Jul 28, 2015 3:13 pm | Comments (2)
Kevin Barros made it to the art opening he’d always dreamed of, just in time.
by Donald Brown | Jul 28, 2015 11:43 am
Dr. Faustus is famous for his deal with the devil. For ages he’s been synonymous with reaching beyond natural bounds to achieve something unprecedented, but at a great cost.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 28, 2015 7:16 am
Gathering with friends and fellow volunteers at the side of the Green Friday, LEAP alum Samod Rankins thought it was turning into a beautiful day to read. As small clusters of students scattered across the grass, chattering away, he made his move — it was going to be an Arthur and the Double Dare kind of morning — and walked toward a group of young boys, who arranged themselves in a neat circle at his approach.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 27, 2015 1:20 pm | Comments (4)
Dymin Ellis was tired of watching mothers wash their boys’ blood away with tears. Jasmine Smith wanted to explore the criminal justice system through fairytale metaphor. Mya Baldwin found that no one looked like her – or was particularly interested in making her feel welcome – on the cheerleading team. And on his way to a job interview, Myles Davis was pinned swiftly to the ground on the basis of his black skin.
by Brian Slattery | Jul 27, 2015 12:00 pm | Comments (4)
“I like space so much that sometimes I get lost,” José Oyola said, “and salsa brings me to the ground.”
by Allan Appel | Jul 24, 2015 10:27 am
Remember that time J.M.W. Turner grew a thumbnail long enough to be almost grotesque, to perforate the paper and lift the paint into an effect of rushing iridescence? Or the time he used a pumice stone to create a sandy effect to make the the light glisten in the rainbow?
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 24, 2015 10:27 am
Bill Gwynn was taking stock of the audience, his eyes narrowing on a crowd of around 25 as he pulled the mic from its stand, stepped forward on the stage and turned his back sharply, rolling his shoulders in a dead-on Honey Boo Boo. Cheers exploded from the crowd. His hips swayed violently, a low-slung belt glinting as he began to fervently rub it against his hindquarters, this punk-rock striptease of a thing. Then he turned again, took a leap off the stage, and kicked off an electrifying set.