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THIS WEEK... 9.23.10
ARTS Now — October 12: Judith Leiber: The Art of the Handbag, The Galleries at Moore College of Art and Design, Free These days if you catch someone carrying a Judith Leiber bag they are most likely a mother, a grandmother, or a gin-swilling Connecticut yuppie.
Stencil-Nation
Sure, you ain't no Banksy, but Arts has your back. This week, we show you how to DIY Materials: • One roll .003” acetate drafting film (available at Blick and other art supply stores) • An Exacto knife • A can of spray paint (we used Montana) • A computer with a graphics editing program (if you don’t have one, download Gimp.
Drink Of The Week: The Arnold Napalmer
Not quite the Tet Offensive, but this shit will fuck you up! Ingredients: Lemonade Four Loko Sweet Tea Vodka (try Firefly or Weeds) Directions: 1.
Recipe(s) Of The Week: Hummus
Though Barbuzzo left us hanging without any hummus, here are some simple twists on our favorite Mediterranean dip. EDAMAME HUMMUS Ingredients: 1 1/2 cups shelled edamame, cooked according to package directions and cooled 1/4 cup water 3 tsp.
Make Me A Match
STREET sent two brave singles on a romantic Restaurant Week blind date at Barbuzzo. The Mediterranean tapas restaurant is the newest endeavor from Valerie Safran and Marcie Turney, owners of 13th Street strongholds Lolita and Bindi.
Ego Of The Week: Rachel Romeo
Head of Bloomers and SMAC, Rachel Romeo is so over Shakespeare jokes and over-priced desserts, but welcomes any challengers for a good jello-wrestle.
Books On Locust
This week, Penn students took advantage of the warm weather to enjoy some light reading. Ego brings you recommendations from some campus bookworms.
Adolf Biecker Is The New Man[icure] On Campus
Penn’s well-coiffed crowd flocked to Adolf Biecker this week for some spa treatments straight out of Rittenhouse.
Overheards: 09.23.2010
Hungover girl on Locust Walk: Yeah, so he just crawled into my bed without pants on and I said, “Why aren’t you wearing any socks!!?!?!” Over-manicured girl in class reading last week's Street: Me and my friends have done half of this list and the other half, we’d never do. Guy on Spruce Street: Yeah, even my TA called me a douchebag ... Theos Boy #1: Dude how sick is my Deadmau5 hat? Theos boy #2: It’s sick? Theos Boy #1: Like, sick enough to make you vomit? Theos Boy #2: Duh, word.
The Gutter: 09.23.2010
Many a lady had her knickers in a twist this week. And no, we don’t mean you, little freshman female who decided that sexing two Quad roommates on two consecutive Saturday nights was a good idea.
Dear Penn, I Hate Society.
I walked in to room 329 of the Anthropology department a little late on the first day of classes. Sure, it was a little unsettling that everyone around me looked prepubescent, but I just assumed I was feeling a little more senior than usual. It wasn’t until the professor asked how we were finding freshman year that I realized: I was in a freshman seminar.
Interview: Broken Social Scene
Street: How has the tour been going? Charles Spearin: Good. It seems like a never ending tour.
Guilty Pleasures: R. Kelly's Discography
Most guilty pleasures are more “embarrassing pleasures,” but I really do feel guilty for liking R.
Review: Wake Up!, John Legend And The Roots
Wake Up! sounds like a match made in heaven: alumnus crooner John Legend got together with Philly favorite The Roots for a politically driven covers album.
Venues N' Shit: The Electric Factory
Every issue, we’ll be giving an in-depth look at a different Philadelphia music venue. This week, we start with one of the city’s most iconic: The Electric Factory. Philadelphians are a group prone to repurposing: they’ve successfully recast a simple meat sandwich as a nationally renowned icon (cheesesteaks); made existing near one of the world's biggest cities as a cause for celebration (being 90 miles from NYC) and turned a handful of otherwise grungy city blocks into one of the nation’s most beautiful college campuses (your future alma mater). So it makes sense that one of the city’s most beloved (and well-known) musical venues is The Electric Factory, which used to be, well, an electric factory.
The Fake Documentary?
“Why won’t anyone take me seriously?” asks Joaquin Phoenix in I’m Still Here, a “documentary” about the star’s bizarre transition from acting to rapping.
Deja Vu: How McQueen's funeral reminds us of Zoolander
Alexander McQueen’s passing in February was easily the biggest tragedy to hit the fashion world since the Orange Mocha Frappuccino “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” gasoline freak fire of ’01. Not to be outdone by their fictional Zoolander counterparts, the fashion elite gathered this week in a virtual reenactment of Rufus, Brint and Meekus's funeral to pay tribute to the late designer. Anna Wintour delivered the heartfelt eugoogly, no doubt sporting her signature sunglasses, mirroring Derek’s unforgettable blue-steel tinted frames. Naomi Campbell channeled Katinka Ingabogovinanana in feathers, dressed as a Greek fury. Sarah Jessica Parker, keeping it somber with a tasteful beehive not topping out at more than 10 or 12 inches, might have cast a critical eye at her fellow mourners, asking in typical voice-over fashion: “I couldn’t help but wonder, were these people here to pay tribute to a great man, or to try and one-up each other with their batshit crazy getups?” But what does it matter, Carrie?
Review: Never Let Me Go
At Hailsham academy, Kathy (Mulligan), Ruth (Knightley) and Tommy (Garfield) live in a world of Orwellian euphemisms — they are “special” children predestined to make “donations” until “completion.” While not as subtle as Kazuo Ishiguro’s masterful novel, Mark Romanek’s adaptation of Never Let Me Go gradually reveals the grim fate that awaits these students, offering clues.
Sharp Talons
At midnight, Hedwig, the world’s most famous snow owl, invited us to tea at her ostentatious owlery at the top of the Tower of London.
