As children, we often heard that secrets don’t make friends. What a load of crap. If that’s true, how is it that Frank Warren, the man responsible for PostSecret.com, is so popular? His project, in which people send anonymous postcard confessions, has made his Web site a raging success. Now…
We were out and about with camera in tow in a major way this weekend, looking for the most crazy shindig. It was a weekend of whims, and after a few pre-drinking destinations, we found ourselves at Homme Lounge on Friday, September 28, for the venue’s debut of French Kiss…
Paintings by Xiao Shunzhi at Calvin Charles Gallery: After a few hours of viewing art, I sometimes feel as if Ive rubbed my eyeballs with sandpaper. The visual wear makes everything blurry, and the only thing that returns focus is seeing something truly excellent. Such was the case on a…
When I was 14, my best friend and I stayed up all night in her parents’ backyard, sprawled on the trampoline, discussing the relevance of time as we stared into the night sky and chain-smoked a pack of stolen cigarettes. While I don’t remember the details of this long-winded conversation,…
When I first heard the title “But It’s a Dry Heat,” Tempe Center for the Arts’ inaugural show, it was mid-August and I was automatically turned off. In my sweaty misery, I was in no mood to hear any excuses for summer’s jerk behavior. But despite my surly outlook, I…
We all hid our alternative ways from our parents in high school. Punk rockers stashed spiked leather jewelry and hippies stashed, well, their stashes. If you were goth, your eyes were always burning after rubbing off the black makeup just before your folks’ Caravan pulled into the student-pickup area. Funny…
Alas, the constant search for the best party in town can be a little exhausting. Sometimes, Club Candids needs a quick break from the saturated scene. This week, we decided to hit up one of our favorite local venues, The Brickhouse Theater, on Thursday, September 20, to check out a…
There must have been something up with the moon last week, because once Thursday rolled around, we started to get super-antsy. No casual neighborhood bar would sate our desires because we were in the mood for vibrating eardrums and dizzying crowds. We wanted it all for our preemptive weekend celebration…
Paintings by Scooter LaForge at Antoine Proulx Design Studio: As far as turnoffs go, self-absorbed pretension is right up there with stained teeth and halitosis. And sadly, our own arts scene is rampant with artists who take themselves too seriously. But Scooter LaForge is the equivalent to teeth bleach and…
The front door to my very first apartment sat a whopping 70 feet away from the train tracks, on the west side of ASU not far from the neighborhood bar Casey Moore’s. A half-dozen times a day, my walls would vibrate and my cat would hide under the couch as…
Okay, ladies, what’s your number one complaint about your man? He takes you for granted, right? I knew it. But don’t be so hard on him. It’s human nature to take things for granted — and you do it all the time, too. Not necessarily when it comes to your…
As much as we try to be good, we can’t help but spread gossip and ruin character. It’s human nature; we get off on knowing each other’s secrets. And no matter how hard we try to conceal our own stumbles off the moral high ground, the collective social thirst for…
If you’re perpetually single because you’re too terrified and cowardly to take emotional risks, the toughest part has to be the inevitable dry spell. Could be something with the moon, undesirable pheromones, or those five pounds you gained but, lately, the chicks just aren’t digging your shit. The situation can…
First Friday is usually a big blowout for us. After stomping the streets to stare at the scene’s art, we’re ready to hit the bottle, big time. This past weekend, we not only hit the bottle — we smashed it into a million effing pieces. So when it came time…
As much as we hit up the downtown scene, it wasn’t until this past weekend that we finally got around to seeing Andrew Jackson Jihad play live (shameful, eh?) at one of our favorite venues, The Trunk Space, for their CD-release party on Friday, August 31. (Click here for more…
“My Favorite Year” at the Mill Avenue Post Office: Mill Avenue is one of the best pedestrian-friendly streets in the Valley, especially if youre looking to rest your eyes on pretty things. Typically, those attractive things take the form of drunken young folk, but the display windows of the Post…
On a recent Friday night, I made the most unattractive facial expression of my life — on purpose. I was imitating my pedophilic middle-school bus driver, complete with underbite. Later, I traveled across a parking lot with a hideous limp to illustrate a story about my best friend who once…
Your first drink was at age 11, when you stole a bottle of Wild Turkey and choked it down in the alley with your buddies. In high school, you went to dockers and made out with drunk girls in the dirt. College brought on a number of nights where you…
Lately, we’ve been tying it on all over this town, and this past weekend, we were partied out. Thank Christ the Gold Lion Boutique held a fashion event called Arte Puro hosted by local designer Leonor Aispuro that mercifully started at 7 p.m., allowing us to hang with the gorgeous…
Ashamedly, one of my favorite parts about visiting a museum is hitting the gift shop. I’m a filthy consumer and I satiate my purchase thirst with postcards and cheap knockoffs of the invaluable art on display. If you happen to stop by just about any local art museum gift shop…
Tawni Shuler and Alex Kutchins at Shemer Art Center and Museum: If youve ever reminisced with an old friend or family member, youre likely familiar with the pitfalls of memory: Some moments are bold and clear while others have weakened to become translucent shadows. Tawni Shuler works with pastels and…
We’ve been spending a lot of time on www.dirtyscottsdale.com lately, so when the weekend rolled around, we were properly inspired to guzzle vodka somewhere in Scottsdale. We checked out Mickey’s Hangover on Friday, August 17, and to our relief, the boozers in attendance didn’t quite fit the bill for the…
