Author: Christy DeSmith
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Little Shop of Horrors
A few months back, it was asserted in the pages of this magazine that Ten Thousand Things has great taste in literature. We stand by that assessment—even now, as the company readies a production of an American musical that to some would appear gauche. The Little Shop story line is about as absurd as it…
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Hunger
Emigrant Theatre prefers to stage edgy, often enigmatic new plays by living writers. Therefore, the troupe makes a point of getting to know all the winners of the prestigious Jerome Fellowship, an honor that attracts a national congregation of top dramatists to Minneapolis, where they work in one-year residencies at the Playwrights’ Center. Recently, the…
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Aftermath
Minneapolis has long been considered a hotbed of great physical theater, what with the resident clowns, mimes, and mask-makers at Theatre de la Jeune Lune. Still, in the past few years, the city has attracted an impressive fleet of younger physical-theatermakers—many of whom are packed into this single show. Aftermath marks the directing debut of…
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The Weekend in Wax
This weekend there’s a fashion wax museum event at Trocaderos, and I’ve noticed that it’s getting some attention. If you’re interested in attending the affair, I direct you to the Still In Style site. You’ll be pleased to know some fine designers are involved–including a couple locals familiar to us from Voltage (Hyper Lush and…
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Doc Martens in Heaven
(Via Stereo Gum) Children of the ’80s and ’90s, how do you feel about these ads? They feature posthumous celebrity endorsements from the likes Kurt Cobain, Joey Ramone, Sid Vicious, and Joey Strummer … In each of the ads, the dead (!) rock-n-roll luminary appears toga-clad and hanging out on a cloud. But nevertheless, he…
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Shopping the Coasts
Amen de Girlshop Did you ever have the pleasure of trolling Girlshop? This was a trailblazer among women’s fashion sites. For almost a decade, it sold the finest threads from various emerging NYC designers. There was absolutely zero chance of head-on collision (at parties, say) with your dress-double, so long as you stayed put in…