It's all about sequins and flashing lights as Scottsdale welcomes a few new clubs, bars, and galleries and gears up for its holiday season.
If you're headed in the direction, need a few spots to check out after a show, or are just looking for a few things to buy/see/eat/drink, we've got you covered.
See also: - Jackalope Ranch's Gem Series - Vintage Apparel, Sewing Supplies, Paper Goods, and a Newsstand Just Added to The Biltmore's UNION (Coming Soon) - Laurie Notaro's Existential Showdown on Yelp
This year, author and Phoenix New Times contributor Laurie Notaro interviewed four creatives in Scottsdale who dominate the visual, shopping, food, and nightlife scenes. Take a look inside Shine and stay tuned to Jackalope Ranch for her interviews with Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art's Tania Katan, the fashionable Robert Black, Cowboy Ciao's pastry chef Country Velador, and Citizen Public House mixologist Richie Moe.
You'll see the sequined pocket on newsstands, counter tops, and coffee tables starting today, and, If you're lucky, throughout the year. Check out Shine online or grab one while you can ... and read Notaro's shopping story below:
It was a turquoise blue silk dotted with a brown and beige floral print, a slight ruffle at the neck. With a slim 40's silhouette, the waist was cinched in enough to be flattering, and enough for me to know that I would never fit into it.
I bought it anyway.
I unpacked it carefully and hung it in my closet, hoping that I'd forget about it long enough for the Apocalypse to happen, get a parasite or any other event that would result in enough weight loss that I could finally fit into it.
Deep into that night, I dream that I am in my bathroom, struggling to get the beautiful shirt over my head which has grown a pillow top, like a mattress, shoving my arms down into the sleeves, when they abruptly stop at the cuffs. I push and push, and even though I have a patch over one eye, I can see that my wrists are too fat to slide through. It is dark outside, and I know it is late, but I have never done something so important in my life. I realize my hand is mechanical, and I rip it off, knocking it to the ground with what should have been a clatter, although I hear nothing except the sound of my own labored Tony Soprano breaths.
I look into the mirror at my patched eye, mushroom head and missing hand, and I do not look pretty in the shirt. At all.
The next morning, I am clomping down the stairs, as pieces of the dream flutter in and out of my memory. A wave of blue, muffled sounds, the puffy head, a fake hand falling to the tile below. I laugh at what stupid dreams I have as I turn on the light, notice my wrist brace lying on the tile floor and catch a glimpse in the mirror of my puffy velvet sleep mask so askew it only covers one eye, and as I take out my earplugs, I see a beautiful pile of blue silk crumpled on top of the toilet tank.
Laurie Notaro is the author of several books, including the New York Times' best-seller The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club and It Looked Different on the Model. Catch up with her at laurienotaro.com.