Inside Dough-Versity Donuts, the walls are gray with white trim, making the shop feel light and airy, like a cloud. The aroma of baked dough and coffee greet every entrant warmly. The shop has a small-town charm complete with wall-hanging plants, steel and wood donut signs and a Joanna Gaines-y interior.
Within a week of popping the question, "Hey, wanna start a band?" a group of people who knew each other from church and mutual friends were honing a sound -- one that meshes jazz, soul and pop. They call themselves Elephants in the Room.
As the clouds parted across the mountainous terrain of Telluride, Colorado, the sun shone above the grassy alcove surrounding the all-female panel at the Abel Glance Open Air Cinema during the 45th Telluride Film Festival.
Forty-eight years in the making, plagued by production issues and ownership disputes, Orson Welles's last film "The Other Side of the Wind" premiered at the 2018 Telluride Film Festival and locks in Welles's legacy as one of the greats. Experimental and thought-provoking, it shows Welles was far ahead of his time. The film has effective commentary on sexual exploitation in film that is even more prescient today following the #MeToo movement, and the need to remain relevant.
Well over a year ago, four friends sat in a Scott Hall dorm room kidding around about possible names for their "fake band"
The hum of cicadas cuts through the late-summer heat as the sun drops lazily below the horizon, marking the end to another blistering day. As the light fades from the sky and students meander back to their houses and dorms, classrooms and laboratories become vacant -- all except for the Center for Performing Arts.
The rain is audible on the turf of Yager field and the sky is a shade of grey that would keep most people cooped up inside. Not rugby players, though. Not Miami University's Old Boys.
They came in Washington Capitals, Columbus Blue Jackets and Pittsburgh Penguins jerseys. They came from Bowling Green, Ohio, Louisville, Kentucky and Washington D.C. They came to Goggin at 10 a.m. and trickled out around 4 p.m.
"Does the apartment come with sheets"
I'm sitting under the large, metal pavilion in a plastic chair alongside the kids. All of the other volunteers have left, so I'm alone -- as I have been the past two days. Mr. Patrick sits at the front of the room, reading a story about Moses. The kids, ranging from 5 to 18 years, listen intently as I panic about the time that ticks by on my watch. 5:27 p.m., it reads. Somehow, five weeks has dwindled down to three minutes, and I am not ready to leave.
It was the morning after France had beaten Croatia to win the 2018 World Cup. I sat on a plane at 8 a.m., preparing to land at Charles De Gaulle Airport. My mother, sister and I boarded a train, and in just a few stops, we were standing in the heart of Paris with our suitcases in hand.
When I was a kid, I read a book in which one of the characters had the ability to see into the past. If she concentrated, she could watch everything that had ever happened in a certain place. I've often wished I could have that power, but never more so than when strolling the steep narrow streets of Portugal.
Perhaps you know a vinyl collector that really likes talking about their records. Sorry -- I'm one of those people. In this column, I'll pull out some albums and discuss why I think they're important, interesting or just plain fun. To start, I'll take Frank Ocean's visual album-turned-valuable-vinyl "Endless" for a spin.