The current show at The Fridge, located down an alley and behind a dumpster in Eastern Market, is not a normal show. Not that The Fridge shows very much that is normal or expected, but visiting this exhibition gives one the feeling of swimming underwater. Cool, dark and scintillating, walking around the black lighted space…
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Local Theater: Voices Underwater
Update: I scooped DCist again. And it feels so good! Voices Underwater from Rorschach Theater was a revelation. I haven’t had the chance to attend much modern theater: that is, a play I’ve never heard of, by someone I’ve never heard of (Abi Basch). Rorschach pulled me in with a pay-what-you-can night on a very…
Get Thee to Bohemian Caverns. Go!
At Bohemian Caverns last night, I overheard the following coversation, which was most distrubing. Wow, this is great! I know! I’ve never heard of it before! Bingo, problem! How can anyone not have heard of Bohemian Caverns? It’s like nothing else in the city, and probably like nothing else in the Mid Atlantic region. If you’re thinking…
Ask Rob: Playing The Field
Dear Rob, Is it OK to date more than one person at a time? How many people can I safely date in DC at one time? Short Answer? Abso-friggin-lutley, and the number all depends on you. I feel that first, it is common practice for people to be dating multiple people and it is only…
Polaroids: Not Just An App
I love it when a plan comes together. What started as just the idea and lifelong passion of Victoria Milkovich (damn, I love these Polaroids), came to fruition with a packed show opening at Sova on Thursday night. Victoria has adored Polaroids since childhood. One day, she mentioned to Philippa Hughes (The Pink Line Project) that…
Black Swan: Couldn’t Get Into It
Sitting in the theater as the credits rolled, I felt like one of the critics from The Muppet Show. And I still feel now the way I felt then: I did not like this movie. I know, you’re shocked. Everyone loves Black Swan, you say. Okay, let’s break it down. I’m going to get past my…
On The Playground Is Where I Spend Most of My Days
Philly was wonderful. I think it’s good for me, a great DC advocate, to take a break, see what’s out there, then come back to what I’ve come to love. It’s healthy, I swear. So when I travel, you may remember, I keep in mind the four cardinal measures of a city: eye contact, culture,…
Graham Boyle at the Fridge
Earlier in the season I wrote about the Fridge. The Fridge, one of the new art spaces cropping up in DC lately. A space can be used for anything, but must have an industrial, warehouse feel. Otherwise, it is not a space. It is a gallery. Yuck. Even though found in Eastern Market (in an alley…
Crosstown Traffic
Northbound 54 bus, Saturday afternoon. I’m sitting directly behind the back door of the bus. It’s a warm, sunny Saturday, and I’m not the only one feeling close to high on life. No real smiles or eye contact, but no verbal abuse either. Very promising. A group of loud black man-boys board the bus and…
DC Style Is Real 