Like so many others, this voyage of discovery begins with a game of Ms. Pac-Man.
I’d lost, again, and decided to regroup by ridding my body of the PBR
that was surely affecting my game. Instead
Oregon’s vast Christmas tree harvest relies on helicopters—and Mexico.
The Huey comes in low out of the south, slinging 4,000 pounds of living-room decoration on its tow line.
Hovering 50 feet
above a patch of hard-packed dirt and gravel, the helicopter gently sets
Meet Kevin Reynolds, the guy who drew those adorable “End Petlessness” billboards.
But for their usually portly paychecks,
it’d be almost tragic how the people behind our era’s greatest
advertising campaigns toil in obscurity despite the ubiquity of their
Having read this week’s cover story (“The Portlandification of Brooklyn”, Willamette Week August 10th, 2011), which paints Brooklyn
as Portland-plus-money-and-ambition, you may be considering a
A photographer’s ’70s-era portraits of Portland’s lost souls get a new life.
Whatever Ellis Island’s pleasant fictions
about the poor, meek or hungry, Portland’s Old Town has always welcomed
them in earnest. It has been a century-long home to the transient or
The freshest tree to emerge in Portland’s urban landscape
is actually so ancient, it makes the Old Testament look like a Twitter
It’s not a palm or banana, persimmon or kumquat. It’s th
The branding boys at OMFG make Portland look cool, one Pop-A-Shot at a time.
It’s 5 pm Friday, and the area around Southwest Stark
Street and 10th Avenue is heaving. Pretty young things crowd the bar at
Clyde Common, drifter hipsters lounge in the lobby of the Ace Hotel, a