What About That Time Uma Overdoses?

A Quentin Tarantino-themed burlesque performance, like tonight’s by Iggy Rodriguez & Bettie’s Deadly Dolls, lends itself to many interesting options. There are the obvious: Uma as a hep kitten dancing off a five-dollar shake and Uma as a samurai bride lookin’ for revenge, but instead finding a skin-tight banana yellow…

Bi-Biennials, Each Non-Repeating and Fleeting

This week’s artistic melee is invigorating, daunting and the manifestation of many efforts, not the least of those belonging to the Dallas Biennale. Launching in tandem with the Dallas Art Fair is the first and only installment of this internationally seasoned mass attack meant to redefine and comment on the…

Fashion’s Living Canvas Did Runway The Right Way

Music crested through the Hilton Anatole’s lobby last night as the atrium filled with hundreds of well-primped cocktailers. The crowd puckered and kissie-faced for photos as they waiting for the main event, a six designer runway show, to commence. Above their heads hung a chromosomal-structured work of art that bowed,…

The DSO Did Casablanca. Could It Be The Start Of A Beautiful Friendship?

Romantics, music-lovers and film nuts gathered at the Meyerson this weekend when Dallas Symphony Orchestra presented an unconventional screening of Casablanca. It’s a project that DSO Pops Conductor Laureate, Richard Kaufman loves, you can tell by the enthusiastic “movie facts” he delivered to the crowd before the camera rolled. It…

11 Awesome Things To Do This Week: April 5 to April 10

It’s happened again. You’ve spent so many hours under that fluorescent office lighting, staring at your computer screen, that your cheekbones look sunken and your skin turned all mealy. Quick, snap a Slim Jim under your nose and pour an energy drink in your coffee because honey, we’re going out…

(Least) Collectables

If you were lucky, you were allowed to be a mild hoarder as a child. Back then, everything felt as though it had value. Wrappers off of lollipops, seashells and baseball cards acted as currency in that Fort Knox you called a bedroom. The cards you kept in either a…

Have a Picnic, While You Still Can

Before Cane Rosso built its stationary brick and mortar digs, it was mobile. They kept the legacy going after the restaurant was built so you can still eat that amazing thin-crusted goodness all over Dallas, so long as you check its daily location. This Monday the mobile oven is parked…

Wear Stretchy Pants, It’s A Big Day For Brunch

Easter is the Super Bowl of brunches — every joint in town wants to grab the brass napkin ring and win the big game. Since you have nothing to do the rest of the day aside from digesting your morning indulgence and possibly wearing a big hat, take advantage of…

Dogs Love Bonnets

Everyone thinks that their dog is parade-worthy, but yours really is. He’s an excellent walker (when he’s not chewing through his leash), he’s generous to his many adoring fans (unless those jerk squirrels ruin it) and he’s the handsomest pup in town (humping every larger dog who walks into his…

Go West For Fortune, Fame And Rock

Frank Lopez has a gift. His work with ambrotype and pinhole imagery provides hauntingly intimate portraits that feel like they should be hanging in the world’s coolest castle, mounted in giant cameo frames. He’s one of 10 artists you’ll get to gawk over during Saturday’s Go West Fest — a…

Knee-Deep In Fests, DFW Design Week Adds to Next Week’s Mayhem

I’m going to have to fill a handbag with Adderall and Champagne cocktails and start guzzling to survive next week’s fest madness. In addition to our favorite annual celebration of movies and the creative folks behind them, Dallas International Film Festival, and the guns a-blazin’ eye candy of the Dallas…

Art We Love: Bruce Lee Webb at Magnolia Gallery

Gallery-owning, art-slinging, cobbler-gobbling Waxahachie painter Bruce Lee Webb has a collection of his newest pieces on display at Magnolia Theater. His art’s been known to summon spirits and shake barn walls across the South and right now you can see it for nothin’ more than the lint in your pocket…