Imagine a bike messenger. You’re probably visualizing a reckless young man—perhaps Joseph Gordon-Levitt in Premium Rush, or Puck from The Real World—weaving through traffic on a featherweight fi
The high-mileage Portland author on fabulous Italian men and Cuban abuelas.
Something about Junior seemed odd.
Junior, an elderly man with a fuzzy white beard and
unkempt hair in a run-down pickup truck, was giving Ellee Thalheimer and
her dad a lift along the Oregon coa
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You can’t blame Bill Rauch for wanting to spice up The Pirates of Penzance.
The 1879 Gilbert & Sullivan operetta is a frothy affair with plenty
of rascally swashbucklers and dewy-cheeked mai
Navigating the Bridgetown Comedy Festival can make you wish you had Hermione’s Time Turner. With four days, 15 stages and nearly 200 performers, it’s an overwhelming beast. The good news is that anywhere you throw a sandwich, you’re likely to hit talent, whether a big-deal headliner (Emo Philips, Reggie Watts, W. Kamau Be...
Is being the wrong kind of brown keeping you down?
Learn to Be Latina has a little something for
everyone. A Missy Elliott dance routine featuring a backflip that
transitions into twerking. A muff-eating puppet. AIDS jokes. The
Macarena. A tende
Progressive-era Portland tried to stamp out juvenile delinquency with a child government. In 1914, Hollywood noticed.
Movie Reviews & Stories
A century ago, Portland faced a terrible
scourge. The city’s newsboys were corrupting the city’s moral fiber.
These inveterate ruffians, who numbered in the hundreds, were known for
Food Reviews & Stories
Ask Kurt Huffman how much his restaurant empire ChefStable
used to spend on bread, and he’ll answer quickly: “A lot.” Bread
markups are notoriously high, and for restaurateurs with a stake i
Normcore Made Portland the Center of the Fashion Universe.
Not so long ago, Portland was a J.C. Penney in the grand
plaza of high fashion, a place where mustachioed lumberjacks and yoga
moms were the most stylish people in town. The city’s tiny cabal of
Say a man dies of AIDS. Now say a friend
collects his blood and bandages and condoms and catheters and makes them
into art. Has this artist crossed the line between creation and