Ego
Ego of The Week: Julia Rubin
Julia Rubin, Street's washup/former Editor-in-Chief, has her final say in our last issue of the year.
Comic Relief
On May 1, shops across the nation will be laying out stacks of comic books for the hungry public.
Ego of The Week: Patrick Looby
Patrick Looby, a jolly giant, has had an obvious blast the past four years and hopefully in May will remember to close out his Smoke’s tab.
Sitting Pretty
In the midst of spring-cleaning, you might find it advantageous to clean out your make-up bag and replace some of those drab winter colors with sprightly new hues.
Put Some Spring In Your (Fashion) Step
Do This: Sundresses on the Green Not That: Bikinis on the Green are, simply, tacky.
Ego of The Week: Colby Farber
Colby Farber sometimes makes masks out of pizza. She also cried when she found out she was this week's Ego.
Zum Zum Zum
For two girls who rarely — if ever — enter the gleaming doors of Pottruck, Zumba’s motto held infinite appeal.
Ego Of The Week: Corey Feldman
Corey Feldman, best known for smooth talking and his future plans to join the Israeli Defense Forces, chats about his indiscretions (under the Button ... or so he claims) and freshman shenanigans.
Black And White And Inked All Over
BLACK and white and Inked all over Tatting it up at the annual Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention by Lucy McGuigan Last weekend, the Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention took over two floors of the Sheraton Hotel in Center City, cramming over 400 artists from around the world into a 20,000 square foot ballroom.
Great White
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly where Jack White is on his musical trajectory, what with his current commitment to three bands.
Ego Of The Week: Andrea Cestaro and Michelle Lewkowitz
Andrea Cestaro and Michele Lewkowitz have kicked cancer's butt this year as the co-chairs of Relay for Life.
Readers Corner: Spring Has Sprung
Spring is in the air and so is the itch to read. When the warm weather rolls around, there’s nothing more comforting than lying in the grass with a good book.
What's The Story, Morning Glory?
In the concrete jungle of Philadelphia, there are few places where you can lose yourself in the majesty of nature.
Cereality?
No, Cerealart is not an emporium for art created out of cereal. Despite the prints of Hank Willis Thomas and Ryan Alexiev’s “Breakfast of Champions,” which recreates a portrait of President Obama out of the breakfast treats, the store focuses primarily on selling multiples of 3D artwork. The company’s name is a play on Warhol’s interpretation of “serial art,” and it refers to the multiples in which Cerealart specializes.
Not Your Average Potter
Harry’s Occult Shop is several blocks from the novelty shops and neon signs that one typically associates with South Street and its facade has none of the draw of its neighbors to the east.
Adresse Me By Name
There is an overwhelmingly large antique mirror, centrally placed in the store. Ah, the better to see yourself in, you think.
Kitchen Stock
The smell that hits you upon entering Kitchen Kapers, located just south of Walnut on 17th Street, is distinct if at first a tad confusing.
Jew-elry
At first glance, the inconspicuous shop tucked beside Rum Bar on Walnut resembles teen-haven Claire’s — just with an upgrade in luxury and price.
Folly-Bergere
Nestled between a series of shops, grocers and hairdressers on 17th and Sansom, Petulia’s Folly hardly belongs in the dark alley in which it is located.
