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Archive: October, 2009
A concert a day keeps the doctor away.
Monday: The Dodos perfectly embody that wholesome eager indie folk sound and remind me of climbing mountains in Colorado. Their vocals are packed with energy and their music is delightfully complex. Check out their song 'Fools," it's delicious. With the Ruby Suns, 8 p.m., $14, First Unitarian Church, 2125 Chestnut St. 267-295-2710.
Tuesday: For those of you who aren't up on your Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus the Play is a tragedy packed full of murder, rape, betrayal and revenge. Titus Andronicus the Jersey Band sounds kind of like that. Indie and punk with comprehensible vocals and a sound reminiscent of the Thermals, only dirtier. With So So Glos, 9 p.m., $10, The Barbary, 951 Frankford Ave. 215-634-7400.
Wednesday: Yes, he shamelessly rips off Ferry Corsten, and yes, he's attracts Eurotrash like nothing else does, but Ti'sto managed to popularize trance in the U.S. and show the average high school kid that electronic music is more than just the soundtrack to Splinter Cell 3 (no offense Amon Tobin). 11 p.m., $40, Electric Factory, 421 N. Seventh St., 215-627-1332
Thursday: If Tapes n' Tapes went for a more orchestral/Eastern European folk vibe, you'd get The Lovely Feathers. They're Canadian, they toured with Metric, they've got it going on. With Scotland Yard Gospel Choir, 8 p.m., $8, The North Star Bar, 2639 Poplar St., 215-787-0488.
Friday: The only way I can tell The Avett Brothers apart is by the lengths of their respective beards. These North Carolinans complement each other like only siblings can, producing charming folk music as a duo and with a full band. These guys will just charm the pants off you. With Jessica Lea Mayfield, 8:30 p.m., $28.75, Electric Factory, 421 N. Seventh St., 215-627-1332
Saturday: If bands were people, the Raveonettes would date the Black Keys. Fronted by hot piece of Danish ass Sharin Foo, the Raveonettes perfectly capture that bluesy, bare bones brand of lo-fi I love so very much. With the Black Angels and the Naked Hearts, 9 p.m., $15-18, TLA, 334 South St., 215-922-1011.
Sunday: Murder By Death is influenced by everything from Hungarian folk music to Ennio Morricone scores. Frontman Adam Turla sounds like Johnny Cash (his voice deepens an octave every album they put out), they've got a gorgeous blond cello player who shreds like I never thought possible and lucky for you they've got a second show on Monday if you can't make it on Sunday. With The Gaslight Anthem, The Loved Ones and Broadway Calls, 7 p.m., $19, The Trocadero, 1003 Arch St., 215-922-6888.
This pleases me beyond all measure.
Inspired by the need to promote local boutiques and designers during the economic crisis, Michael Anderer, co-owner of Matthew Izzo, founded the first-ever Philadelphia Fashion Week (which we covered in this week's Agenda section). It's going down Thu.-Sat., Oct. 8-10 at the 23rd Street Armory (22 S. 23rd St., 215-783-3434), and Critical Mass sent Agenda editor Holly Otterbein and startern Julia West to report on the highfalutin scene.
This is technically out of order, since the locally owned boutique Delicious went last, but we were both so psyched about its clothing that we're focusing on it first:
Julia West: The headliner of the runway show did not disappoint, with plenty of "oohs" and "ahhs" coming from the crowd that were mostly for the clothes (but a little influenced by the free booze). Delicious showed that it can make one hell of a leather dress, but can also do a decent job of creating women's and men's clothing that's more suited for the everyday. The men's clothes were supremely tailored with boxy jackets, tight pants and clunky boots. The women's clothing flip-flopped from sexy cocktail wear to more extreme leather couture. Someone made a right move when they decided to feature this local designer as the opening night's headliner, even if we did have to suffer through endless DJ sets to see it.
Holly Otterbein: I'm usually a big critic of Gothic styles, but Delicious' set really did it for me. The designers managed to crossbreed Hot Topic, steampunk, Heath Ledger as the Joker in a nurse's outfit, and Marilyn Manson on his best day, and wind up with something that even non-Goths can get down with. The most beautiful dress looked like it was splattered with black and white paint, and laced up with a classy corset in the back. Kinda simple, really. Another upside of Delicious' clothing: It conveys a great sense and love of the female body.
Next up is Brooklyn Royalty:
JW: At first I thought Brooklyn Royalty was playing it safe by using barely any color in its clothing. Then I took a closer look and realized the intricate detail of some of the garments, especially the skirts. I also saw upon second glance that subtle hues were used to liven up the outfits, but only slightly. It was like an appetizer ' it was meant to tempt the palette, to make you want more. The few pieces that were textured ' white waffle weave pants and a scarf on him, waffle weave skirt with a leather corset on her ' were by far the most interesting and daring.
HO: I didn't dig the white pant/white sneaker combo (always bad), nor the monochromatic green outfits. Brooklyn Royalty got a lotta hype before the show, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dissapointed. But the ruffle dresses were pretty and gentle, and the muted color palette was subtle and smart.
Click the jump to read our thoughts on Love Brigade.
Unfortunately, both of our cameras malfunctioned while Love Brigade was up, so we don't have a slideshow for this one. You can see its line here, though.
JW: I hate to use the word "flirty," I really do. But there's no other way to describe Love Brigade. With a fierce hipster attitude and a bit of playfulness, its clothing was something sweet to behold. And the models looked like they were really having fun with this one ' holding mirrors, dancing and goofing off.
HO: Who knew I liked props? With models waving around giant mirrors, wands and fans, along with Love Brigade's dreamy, airy dresses and tees, the whole production had a distinct Alice in Wonderland feel to it. I'm pissed our cameras were out of commission for this one.
Check back on Monday to see our coverage from this weekend's Fashion Week.
Admit it, you know you want more from this week's Movie Section.
Couples Retreat ' C-
First we have our dysfunctional couples ' : Couples Retreat didn't screen in time for publication, but I did you a favor and saw it anyway. Here's what I said:
Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau go way back, first starring together in 1996's Swingers, as young bucks ready to take Los Angeles by storm. Thirteen years later, the two have reached middle age, now at the top of their Hollywood game. But where Swingers thrived on freshness and energy, Couples Retreat is complacent. Jason Bateman and Faizon Love join Vaughn and Favreau as the XY contingent of a group of couples persuaded to go to Eden, a therapy retreat, by Bateman and onscreen wife Cynthia (Kristen Bell) ' two uptight PowerPoint lovers who convince their buddies that they won't have to take part in planned healing activities. Except when they arrive, as it turns out, it's all mandatory. They're faced with a choice: Stay in paradise and listen to some touchy-feely quack, or bail and head back to kids and responsibility? The couples stick to Eden and spend the next couple of hours doing everything you'd expect them to. I don't know what's more disconcerting: the fact that four genuinely funny men willngly play into their own typecasting (Vaughn as the fast-talking wiseguy, Bateman as a less-hilarious Michael Bluth), or that Vaughn and Bateman's onscreen wives look a fraction of their age and they think no one will notice.
' Then we have our haunted couples: You may remember how we demanded Paranormal Activity in Philly ' and then we got it! We sent Drew Lazor to a midnight screening and this is what he came back with:
It took first-time director Oren Peli just seven days to shoot Paranormal Activity in his own house, with a hand-held camera, two unknown actors and a measly $15,000 budget. Plenty of people are saying what he came up with is one of the most terrifying horror films of all time. That's an unfortunate overstatement in that it's created unrealistic expectations for this little movie that could, but it's unabashedly scary ' and it's worth seeing for multiple reasons, some of which aren't hair-raising at all. Micah Sloat and Katie Featherston, playing a couple named Micah and Katie, are embarking on an experiment: She's been deeply disturbed by a insidious presence her whole life, so her cocky day trader boyfriend leaves a high-end video cam rolling while they sleep to sate his curiosity. "Things" start happening ' and it's not long before the incidents begin increasing in volatility with each passing night. That's all you need to know to embrace that aspect of the movie, but Paranormal's biggest gifts come in the form of Sloat and Featherston's performances ' both do a superb job of fleshing out the throes of a couple in duress, scrambling from argument to make-up and back again with such gentle chemistry that you might mistake them for your actual friends.
The Boys are Back ' B-
Coco Before Chanel ' B-
Crude ' B
Meet Crude producer Michael Bonfiglio.
And don't forget to check the Repertory Film listings for your movie goodness!
i do not think this great movie. Yesterday I watched this movie but i could not found any meaningful thing except great cast. It was awesome .of course this will not good for below 14s as it seemed to like sexy movie. Source http://www.80millionmoviesfree.com
Inspired by the need to promote local boutiques and designers during the economic crisis, Michael Anderer, co-owner of Matthew Izzo, founded the first-ever Philadelphia Fashion Week (which we covered in this week's Agenda section). It's going down Thu.-Sat., Oct. 8-10 at the 23rd Street Armory (22 S. 23rd St., 215-783-3434), and Critical Mass sent Agenda editor Holly Otterbein and startern Julia West to report on the highfalutin scene.
Check out this slideshow of Philly Fashion Week's attendees dressed to the nines, as well as the boutiques that set up shop last night. And yes, that first photo is totally of Ryan Dunn from Jackass.
Review of Philadelphia Fashion Week. http://drexelpublishing.org/2009/11/23/a-work-in-progress-philadelphia-fashion-week-2009/
Inspired by the need to promote local boutiques and designers during the economic crisis, Michael Anderer, co-owner of Matthew Izzo, founded the first-ever Philadelphia Fashion Week (which we covered in this week's Agenda section). It's going down Thu.-Sat., Oct. 8-10 at the 23rd Street Armory (22 S. 23rd St., 215-783-3434), and Critical Mass sent Agenda editor Holly Otterbein and startern Julia West to report on the highfalutin scene.
Before we give praise where praise is due, we must say this: All you had in the way of facilities were Port-O-Potties, Philadelphia Fashion Week? Really? You weren't joking when you said you weren't trying to be anything like New York Fashion Week. Just playin' (mostly).
Alright, so now onto the good stuff. We'll show you a slideshow from each designer, and then give our individual critiques on it. The first designers to take to the stage were from Moore College of Art & Design.
Julia West: Art Institute and Philadelphia University: You have some seriously tough competition ahead of you, my friends. Moore owned it as they kicked off Philly Fashion Week with metallic, B-52s-meet-Earth Girls Are Easy, swimsuit-like outfits. There were also gladiator-inspired leather straps matched with soft white skirts. The dresses were stunning throughout this set, whether wispy in black or painted on in emerald. It was an accurate depiction of what is going on fashion-wise in Philadelphia, especially among the youngsters.
Holly Otterbein: Agreed. This made me proud (despite the fact that I am in no way affiliated with Moore, nor do I even know anyone there. Hm. But I'm from Philly and so are they!) My favorite look was the sexy/dorky librarian outfit, with big '80s glasses, a poofy Seinfeld shirt (it worked) and a mustard skirt. I also dug the masked girls in swimsuit-like pieces at the beginning. Only problem was, we didn't know who the individual designers were because there wasn't an MC announcing them for this group set. Bummer.
Then came Palmieri Jeans:
JW: The jeans are well-fitted and slim all the way through on the ladies, and loose in the leg on the guys, but sit nicely on the hipbones. They have a slight sheen to them, and it looks like the Palmieri signature is colored piping down the outside seam. There were plenty of cute hoodies for girls, and body-hugging, long-sleeve tees for guys. It had a street feel that I would have expected to see at Friday night's show, but it was a nice break from the abundance of hipster clothing on the runway.
HO: This set came off as a wee bit drab at first, compared to the high-minded art schoolers' designs. In regards to the overabundance of men's clothing in this line, Julia whispered to me during the show, "I'm so not interested in male fashion." Which I can agree with to an extent ' I am, however, interested in male models. Ahem. I also couldn't disagree with the perfect-fitting women's straight leg jeans, which managed to be high-waisted without looking too retro or Mom-ish.
Click the jump to see what we thought of Kill City and Wrath Arcane.
Kill City was up next:
JW: Super sweet, high-end hipster stuff here. No ironic "World's Greatest Grandpa" tees. Skinny jeans, yes, but paired with perfectly tailored, hooded vests, not a PBR-stained '70s vest from the Goodwill. There were great tees, which were cropped for women and fitted for the men. Saw some great flannel shirts and acid-washed jeans, too. Their fitted jackets may have been their strongest pieces in this set.
HO: I liked the flannel on the guys, which was matched with big ol' burly boots and no-joke jeans. On the girls, the flannel only seemed to work when paired with something more feminine, like tights and knee-high boots, instead of dark pants. The super-soft, worn basic white tees were also something American Apparel fans would die for.
And last, for now, is Wrath Arcane:
JW: This was an interesting mix. It was like J. Crew started hanging with the a rough crowd and getting wasted at punk shows. Sometimes the pieces felt un-ironically preppy, and then the very next outfit would surprise you with the amount of skin shown, or the contrast of tight jeans and floppy boots ' which were just everywhere. So many boots. Boots, boots, boots.
HO: I like these boots, I like these jeans ' OMG, did a model just flash his abs at us? Like purposefully lift up his shirt, and look us devilishly in the eyes, like he was a teenage girl at senior week? I'm going to have to get back to you on this designer. I'm overwhelmed.
Check back later in the day on Critical Mass for our critique of the last three designers, as well as photos of attendees at Philadelphia Fashion Week.
Philadelphia FLOP Week was a HUGE disappointment. Upon arriving to the event, I found myself immediately apprehensive after I saw how the "red carpet" was a small, shoddy, and semi-amusing red throw rug with a PHL-FSN WK backdrop behind it. I did not find the location appealing nor comfortable with the lack of seating for the shows and very warm temperature inside the church. An amusing part of the event was when entering to get your special "all access" neck tag, there were about 12 girls sitting there (looked like students) that blankly judged you while they checked your name off, which is always a welcoming gesture. I asked two of these girls questions where they just directed me to someone else who had no idea of what was going on. The vendors that were inside were bizarre, almost flea-market like, with sharp prices and nothing very "fashion" forward to offer. The event in general did not seem to be put together by professionals, but rather by students, or someone else that obviously had inexperience with holding large events. The food was cold and tacky with stale bread and cold hamburger meat for sliders, and drinks out of pitchers.The bar looked like a poorly put together clearance IKEA item that served mediocre drinks from bartenders who looked rather confused and/or flustered running around in their circle of bar space. The footage of the event, including the main website and photo's taken shown on varying websites and newspapers should be considered false advertisement. It is a bold thing to make Philadelphia Fashion Week come to life, in which it did... sort of. Between the scant seating, rude or clueless people running the event, and sauna-like temperatures it was a trifecta of dissapointment and dissatisfaction. I love the city of Philadelphia and believe that it is one of those cities that people overlook, especially when it comes to fashion. Philadelphia needs an apology from this event or a promise to try to not make the event look like, frankly, such a joke, for next year.
Philadelphia Fashion "Weak" was a HUGE disappointment. Upon arriving to the event, I found myself immediately apprehensive after I saw how the "red carpet" was a small, shoddy, and semi-amusing red throw rug with a PHL-FSN WK backdrop behind it. I did not find the location appealing nor comfortable with the lack of seating for the shows and very warm temperature inside the church. An amusing part of the event was when entering to get your special "all access" neck tag, there were about 12 girls sitting there (looked like students) that blankly judged you while they checked your name off, which is always a welcoming gesture. I asked two of these girls questions where they just directed me to someone else who had no idea of what was going on. The vendors that were inside were bizarre, almost flea-market like, with sharp prices and nothing very "fashion" forward to offer. The event in general did not seem to be put together by professionals, but rather by students, or someone else that obviously had inexperience with holding large events. The food was cold and tacky with stale bread and cold hamburger meat for sliders, and drinks out of pitchers.The bar looked like a poorly put together clearance IKEA item that served mediocre drinks from bartenders who looked rather confused and/or flustered running around in their circle of bar space. The footage of the event, including the main website and photo's taken shown on varying websites and newspapers should be considered false advertisement. It is a bold thing to make Philadelphia Fashion Week come to life, in which it did... sort of. Between the scant seating, rude or clueless people running the event, and sauna-like temperatures it was a trifecta of dissapointment and dissatisfaction. I love the city of Philadelphia and believe that it is one of those cities that people overlook, especially when it comes to fashion. Philadelphia needs an apology from this event or a promise to try to not make the event look like, frankly, such a joke, for next year. P.S.- There were porto-potties. Enough said.
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Typically when I see the words 'enter to win,' I stop reading. Sweepstakes just aren't my bag. Besides the fact that I never win, the real biting factor is that prizes won through drawings and sweepstakes are impermanent despite their sometimes-extravagance ' like a year's supply of gas or a seven-day, six-night cruise along the Alaskan coast right around New Year's. All of these prizes come to their inevitable end, and that's no fun.
Not so for the Grit City Inc. sweepstakes running until October 15. The indie publishing company has teamed up with Two.One.Five magazine and one of Philly's most renowned tattoo parlors to offer one winner a free three-hour session at Olde City Tattoo. Simply enter your name and contact info at gritcityinc.com and keep your fingers crossed to win a prize you won't likely forget ' ever.
The contest is meant to promote Grit City's second book, the 160-page ink-enthusiastic Tatted. Marianne Bernstein is the woman behind the lens, photographing locals and their tattoos; the book also contains two essays on the art form, a foreword from Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art curator Denise Markonish and interviews with worldwide tattoo legends.
But it's got a local hook, too: The subjects are all Philadelphia residents who've not only let Bernstein photograph their ink, but have written down what their tattoos mean, what they represent. Creative Director at Grit City Brian Jacobson says that with the three-hour tattoo session, 'We're delivering to the reader exactly what the book is.'
The book hits the stands this month (and can be purchased for $34.95 here); on Dec. 4, Grit City will be hosting a launch party at Pure Gold Gallery on the Piazza. Hard as I tried, neither Brian Jacobson nor project manager Dan Simon would give up many details about the event. They did say they're hoping to hold more contests like this one with other well-known tattoo shops and artists throughout the city, so keep your eyes peeled.
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Just got word that Douglas Campbell, frequent Bristol Riverside Theatre collaborator/father of Stars lead singer Torq, died in Montreal, due to complications from diabetes and heart disease. He was 87.
Campbell was a longtime star at Bristol, starring in or directing productions including Hamlet, Tete-a-Tete, The Trial of Ebenezer Scrooge, Copenhagen and The Dresser (pictured, right), for which he won a Barrymore Award for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Play. Most recently Campbell played the voice of God in Bristol's Altar Boyz.
According to a Bristol press release, Campbell was scheduled to return to Philly last season to direct Defiance, but never made it due to visa complications.
Says Bristol Artistic Director Keith Baker, in the same release: 'It is very difficult to talk about Douglas Campbell, both as an artist and as a personal friend, without hyperbole and, perhaps some overindulgence.' But he would hate that.' He knew his worth and had no need to exalt himself.' I simply had never met a man like him.' In his deepest self he was an uncompromising artist who saw the potential'in others and spared nothing to help them realize it.' A simple talk with him was enough to transform your feelings about yourself and the world in which you must be responsible to the artist within you. We worked on five plays together, both as directors and fellow players, as he would call it, and the honor was mine.' His all-embracing eyes and great arms were'always available.' He was unequivocally interested in everyone and everyone knew it.' He was my dearest friend.'
He was a truly brilliant actor thank you so much for honoring him in such a fitting manner. Your article makes me wish I had known him too. Knowing his acting was my privilege, thank you Bristol for bringing him to us.
Why Am I Doing This? screens as part of the 2009 Philadelphia Asian American Film Festival.
Lester Niles (Anthony Montgomery) is a small-time black comedian who's not black enough, while his roommate and best friend Tony Chang (director Tom Huang) is a small-time Asian actor who's not Asian enough. Both have mildly turbulent family lives and their own whiney problems with the ladies. They suddenly get big career breaks and their dream girls in the same day, but race soon impedes their progress, prompting an agonizing 45 minutes of moping around. The stale eyeball close-up scenes are interspersed with Lester's karaoke music video and a couple of Tony's Zach Morris-style time-out interludes, both serving as weak comic relief for even weaker emotional tension.
Why Am I Doing This? needs to decide whether it's a comedy or tragedy. It's frustrating when you can't empathize with the characters onscreen; they laugh and cry, while we don't. The basic plot is decent but the constant voice over narration defends the trite humor with defeatist, momentum-stifling disclaimers.
Why Am I Doing This?, Sun., Oct. 11, 3:15 p.m., $5-8, Ibrahim Theater at International House, 3701 Chestnut St., 215-387-5125, phillyasianfilmfest.org.
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Everybody knows just where she gets her clothes
A watercolor painting in a Renoir pose
Gossip is not the raw, dirty little indie trio you saw at the Khyber all those years ago. They rolled out some deep, rich cuts from the new Music for Men at the TLA last night to prove it. This four-piece Gossip is slick, with synths and guitar and even bigger (and more frequent) choruses for the gracious, bodacious Beth Ditto to show off her amazing voice. Everything was fast, loud and pro. The polish suits them. Ditto still rules the stage like a blues goddess, but she's got a little bit of disco diva/anthem singer, too. It's all rock and roll, of course ' even when she's doing a call and response take on "What's Love Got To Do With It." Oh c'mon, Beth. It'll all about love.
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Every Thursday, we give you this week's LGBTQ to-do list.
-- There's a series of benefit balls being held in Philly this weekend leading up to OutFest on Sunday. I had a hard time picking only one, so here's a quick rundown of all four: To get the balls rolling, Q Lounge (1234 Locust St., 215-732-1800) will host the Blue Ball Weekend Kickoff at 8 p.m. tonight. On Fri., Oct. 9 at 7 p.m., throw on your snazziest attire for the Indigo Ball, a highfalutin fundraiser at the Park Hyatt (200 S. Broad St., 215-893-1234). If high-priced fundraisers aren't your scene, you could check out the hipper, sweatier Blue Ball 2009 on Sat., Oct. 10 at 10 p.m. Held at Voyeur Nightclub (1221 St. James St., 215-735-5772), this soiree will be flooded with queer ladies and gents from up and down the coast shaking to the beats of DJ Tony Moran. And finally, if you can muster up energy for one more, G Lounge (111 S. 17th St., 215-564-1515) will host Ultra Blue on Sun., Oct. 11 at 8 p.m. Proceeds from each and every event will benefit the Sapphire Fund, which provides money to support local LGBTQ organizations. With so many balls, I feel like Scarlett O'Hara in the height of barbecue season. I better check my dance card.
-- On Fri., Oct. 9 at 8 p.m., get your giggle on at Tuscany Caf' (222 W. Rittenhouse Square, 215-772-0605), for $10, where local comedian Neil McGarry will perform standup in his self-produced, recurring comedy series, 'Attack of the 1-4-5.' Joining him will be other LGBTQ comedians, including Mike Eiswerth and Jess Carpenter, recent "Outstanding Comedian" winner at the Gayborhood Games. McGarry, a self-proclaimed meta-comedian, says his routine will include material about his experience as a gay comedian. 'I will talk about times I or other comedians have been heckled on stage,' he says, 'or about the experience of being gay in the straight guy's world of comedy.' I saw both McGarry and Carpenter perform at the Gayborhood Games, and thought they were great.
-- If your interests lie more in the area of activism, consider a bus trip to Washington D.C. for the National Equality March at noon on Sun., Oct. 11. Supporters will parade the nearly 2.5-mile distance from McPherson Square to the U.S. Capital West Lawn demanding equal protection rights for the LGBTQ community. Visit the Web site to find ways to get involved right here in Philadelphia. This is the perfect weekend to celebrate how far we've come, and to rally for the road ahead. Go gays!
-- And for art and history connoisseurs, there will be an opening reception at William Way Community Center (1315 Spruce St., 215-732-2220) at 6 p.m. on Thu., Oct 15 to reveal its newest gallery exhibition, "Nazi Persecution of Homosexuals: 1933'1945." This traveling exhibit from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum will be on display in the Mark Segal Ballroom through Dec. 4. Following the reception, there will be a screening of the documentary Paragraph 175. Space is limited for the film, so be sure to RSVP.
-- And, of course, OutFest! Check out my preview here. It goes down Sun., Oct. 11.
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