Breaking big in the streetwear scene anywhere outside Los Angeles and New York is a nearly impossible goal. But Cole McBride and Jacob Keller, co-owners and designers of menswear label Bare Knuckles, have made it look easy.
Since Lizzy Spanbauer, Sean Brazie and Jason Vaden took over Crackerjacks on St. Patrick’s Day in 2016, it’s been revitalized into the kind of cozy, tchotchke’d neighborhood pub that’s increasingly rare in New Portland.
At night, especially during warmer months, White Owl transforms into a good-natured but nonetheless line-out-the-door party bar.
As locals will advise, the “thing about Portland strip clubs” is that a lot of them are closer to neighborhood bars than they are to the champagne-roomed counterparts you find in other cities.
Look around and you may see a middle-aged couple holding hands over empty glasses and melting ice.
In a city that lionizes dive bars, night clubs often feel like an afterthought.
My first visit to Palomar caught me off guard. When it opened in April, in the new building on Southeast Division Street with a 70-foot geisha painted on the side, the daiquiri-focused bar and restaurant was said to be inspired both by owner Ricky Gomez’s Cuban heritage and his hometown of New Orleans.
Launched in November, Broccoli isn’t just a magazine staffed entirely by women. It feels like a new step forward in Portland’s stoner aesthetic.
For the past decade, Davis has been compiling a catalog of material for his upcoming solo debut, Black Labyrinth, much of which he premiered in Portland on his tour opener. It sounds like the music sexy vampires listen to—polished goth rock awash in string arrangements, moody synths and lightly chugging guitars, all kept together with a swaying, vaguely Eastern ambience.
Sasquatch is coming off a big year. Riding the success of their Hillsdale brewpub, which is popular with neighborhood types, the ’Squatch opened a new 4,000-foot production facility and brewpub on the industrial fringe of Slabtown.
Between the expansive, laminated menus, family-sized booths and conspicuously huge children’s play area, Laurelwood looks something like a rogue Denny’s that up and decided to sell booze under the table.
Kiriko Made takes Portland’s sustainability ethos, wraps it in a cozy layer of woven indigo, and ratchets it up to the extreme. Tattered vintage blankets are imported from Japan and patched with once-discarded squares of cotton. Kimonos are tailored to contemporary cuts, the excess cut from the garments’ traditionally long sleeves fashioned into spacious pockets.
The American fashion industry’s largest party and networking event, New York Fashion Week, came to a close Feb. 16.
Though it’s common knowledge in Portland that there’s money in athletic shoes, this investment makes plain what a lot of people who pay attention to the high-end sneaker market have been tracking for the past few years: Reselling sneakers is big money now.