Arts & Culture
My fellow Americans . . .
By the spring of 2020, André Ramos-Woodard (they/them) was mad as hell.
It started with Ahmaud Arbery, chased and gunned down by white men while...
Reading music
For almost a decade, starting in 2008, I wrote an annual feature for Boulder Weekly detailing 10 great new albums for readers to check...
On paper wings
Boulder’s Marisa Aragón Ware didn’t know what to expect when she was chosen as a contestant on the Discovery Channel’s Meet Your Makers earlier...
Facing up to John Wayne
A few summers ago, Stephen Graham Jones fell down a John Wayne rabbit hole.
The Blackfeet Native American author and professor of English at CU...
Not entirely politically correct
The art Todd Herman curates at east window is his way of addressing the injustices of the world.
“There's still racism, sexism—there’s a lot we've...
Dildos and the flag flap
The November First Friday at Mighty Fudge Studios in the NoBo Arts District is B.Y.O.D.: bring your own dildo.
In addition to customizing your phallus...
A dream come true
A self-described tomboy growing up in Boulder, Annette Buvoli only started ballet classes to hang out with her friend.
“My best friend wanted to do...
Aftermath: Tim Roessler documents the space around tragedy in new photobook
Tim Roessler had a prescription filled on a Sunday. The pharmacist smiled and walked Roessler through his dosage and schedule—he admired the care she...
‘It doesn’t have to sound the same, it just has to...
Delvon Lamarr’s musical career started with a lie.
“I think it was in seventh grade, I ended up lying to the band teacher,” Lamarr, who...
Ally is a verb
Rendered in prismatic colors, their skin defies race.
More than a dozen visages stare back at patrons of The Laughing Goat Coffeehouse at Norlin Commons...
The show must go on—Dispatches from the 48th Telluride Film Festival
There was no show last year; it was called on account of pandemic. Just as well: Wildfires all along the West draped a burnt...
Finding the common struggle
Death has this way of opening doors, of showing the living paths they didn’t realize they could take.
“Mostly it is loss,” mused the German...