Mural Arts' Journeys South program has already received big praise and big press (like the cover of this week’s City Paper) for its interactive outreach into the immigrant tales of South Philadelphia. Everything from walking tours to installation art will tell the stories of this area’s known and unheralded cultural touchstones. But just the other day, a series of black news paper boxes sprouted up in my neighborhood offering a take-away version of the Mural Arts program. While I spied the first on my morning walk with my greyhound Django (the black box featuring the wood carved-looking illustration of Bill McIntyre at the corner of Passyunk and Dickinson) the second box at 9th & Washington starring cover gent “Frank Snock” of Snockey’s Seafood fame was easier to photograph when I wasn’t being pulled by a long, lean pooch.
What is in these boxes are newspaper broadsides — 11 1/2 by 13 inches in diameter — dedicated to several icons of South Philly immigrant culture. Along with a brief paragraph that tells, in brief, the biography of said icon (Snock was a Polish immigrant who boxed under the name “Johnny Coffee” to earn money to open a restaurant) with drawings by Eric Ruin and poems (or “Neighbor Ballads”) spread across two pages written by Frank Sherlock. Each box — whether in tribute to Joe Tayoun or Ba Nyugen or Fabiola Canto — is a welcome surprise. I won’t tell you where to find them. Just be on the lookout.
On the April ball and gala tip, nothing beat the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts' (PIFA) opening soiree that was held with you and 849 of your closest friends eating Wolfgang Puck’s food and watching French aerialists at the Kimmel Center. I say “you” because I couldn’t make the Thursday Kimmel bash due to mega work commitments. Besides, I had a funny feeling that either Pia or Stefano were going to get voted out of American Idol and I wanted to catch it. Oh, America when will you learn?
There was a greater factor at work as well — I was saving myself for the next night’s PIFA VIP bash/runway fashion show with South Philly’s Ralph Rucci. Rucci won the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts Visionary Award for Fashion — handed to him at the end of the runway by Anne Ewers, President and CEO of the Kimmel. Rucci is a sweet down-to-earth man (who I’ve chatted with for several publications including this one) whose connection to the French is a solid one. His definitive Balenciaga-meets-Capucci-like designs have made him (in 2002) the first American couturier in more than 60 years to be invited to show in Paris by the French Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture. Rucci showed his haute couture collections in Paris for the next three seasons to boot. Just as cool and doubly colorful was the fashion show run by Sharon Waxman Productions featuring Wilhelmina models with designs by local lums like Sarah Van Aken, Carmelita Martel, Janice Martin, Bela Shehu and Philadelphia University's Kaitlyn Doherty.
Plus, if I wanted to catch aerialists, flame swallowers and stilt-walkers I could just wait a day and hit the PMA’s Art After Dark Vivid Gala where proceeds went to benefit the Museum’s education department. Michael Schmercomish and Nancy Glass were there but they give me a headache so I concentrated instead on the diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiviiiine must-see "Roberto Capucci: Art Into Fashion" exhibition. I knew a great deal about Capucci and wrote about the exhibition from my memory with having studied him and seeing select pieces in other shows around the globe. Seeing so much of Capucci’s sculptural algebraic wizardry in one large beautifully staged exhibit (chronologically, from his discovery in 1951 to more recent pieces) was breathtaking. The cool thing was that Vivid asked people to dress in Capucci-inspired colors. A few folk did. That was OK, I suppose. Good thing, though, that I had a cocktail. Then, the next thing you know, the live auction occurred: Two aerialists started flying above the Great Stair Hall, an artisan cake by Classic Cake’s Chef Robert Bennet got served on the “skirts” of live models and the sculptures started dancing. I’ll have another cocktail, please.
Sandwiched between these events was the Gift of Life’s "THEParty" at the Four Seasons, where I got a chance to hang out with my favorite smart-dressing couple: Don and Renee Freeman, the local face at the forefront of the swanky charity. Icepack fans know I’m a great advocate of this organ donation event as I mentioned THEParty previously and even sstopped by the Gift of Life’s Home Cook Heroes launch party at their new Family House at Fourth and Callowhill the week previous. The ninth annual Donors are Heroes and Gift of Life's 'THE Party' raised more than $100,000. Brava and bravo to all y’all.
Black Banana bartender-turned-art-teacher Terry Saulin is exhibiting her newest sculptures and drawings at Tiger Strikes Asteroid on April 1, followed by a city-wide Spring Arts Festival re-opening on April 15. Go.
The father and son team of Bob and Brandon Bitros are opening Interstate Draft House in Port Fishington at the old Moe’s spot on E. Palmer Street. Good for foodies who miss Azure (the Bitros owned that) and their familiar family manner. Bad for Moe’s and aficionados of tap room culture like me.
Alex Styer, the trumpeter from the exquisitely funky Experience Kef, has a day job helping to run the Philadelphia Arts Alliance (PAA). This weekend (starting with the a big bash on March 31) he’s pushing the PAA’s show of wearable art, ARTwear and its hand crafted jewelry and accessories show/benefit. ARTwear runs until Sunday and features dozens of craft practitioners along with the event’s curators Bruce Hoffman and my old buddy Doug Bucci, both of whom will hold special presentations throughout the event. Pay in.
Philly’s favorite son of Latino electronica, El Malito, took my advice and is working with my favorite producer of Latino exotica (and the man behind last weekend’s Caravan Fest at Electric Factory) Aaron Levinson. Levinson brought in sampler/DJ Starkey, and the rest will soon be history if I have any say.
Bear with me. As I write this next bit, I think of the line in A Christmas Story where Darren McGavin is opening the large wooden box mailed to him with “fraaa-geee-lay” on the front. As he’s pulling hay from the package, he repeats that he’s won a major award. I like the pride of a guy winning a major award, whether it turns out (as in McGavin’s case) to be a plastic leg-lamp in a fishnet stocking or master chef Georges Perrier gathering two prizes during two culinary events. First he’s getting a gift for 40 years of culinary excellence at the Flavors of Philadelphia fundraiser for the American Liver Foundation (ALF) at the Loews Hotel on April 5, the first time that the ALF foundation has honored anyone at this event. Then during the opening night soiree for the Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts on April 7 at the Kimmel, he’ll be honored with the Culinary Visionary Award. After that Perrier will host chef Mathieu Viannay of La Mere Brazier from Lyon, (Perrier’s hometown) for a special menu at Le Bec-Fin April 13-15. Yum.
I’m sitting here with a full copy of the, Life Fantastic in my hand from Philly’s Man Man and it is hurting my head in the very best way. Since Anti (their label) has asked me not to review it quite yet, I will comply. But I must say that “Shameless” is epically long and all twisted up while “Steak Knives” is MM at their vintage vexing best.
Jazz Appreciation Month is coming. Grilled Cheese Month is coming. So is Poetry Month. To celebrate the latter, PhillyCAM is doing April Folly on April 1 with DJ K-Tell, scores of guys with cameras (including City Paper emeritus Bruce Schimmel) capturing footage of the poetry fun at the PhillyCAM studio 232 Vine. If you can’t get there, turn on Comcast 66/966 and Verizon FIOS 29/30 that night to catch the event along with shows like Celebrities in the Basement and The Mike Holla Show.
March 31 and The Marvelous on S. 40th Street — that’s the day and the place where composer/guitarist Nick Millevoi holds his release jam for yet another magically noisy CD, Black Figure of a Bird.
WHOWHATWHERE: Oscar winner Natalie Portman shopped at Joan Shepp on Tuesday because her fiance Benjamin Millepied is choreographing bits of the Pennsylvania Ballet’s “Building on Balanchine,” at the Merriam Theatre. Millepied worked with a bunch of the Pennsylvania Ballet dancers on Black Swan so there. Oscar host Anne Hathaway also stopped at Joan Shepp recently so expect visits from the little girl from True Grit and Helena Bonham Carter shortly. OK. Just deal with the Jersey Shore crew while they’re still in the states. They’ll be heading to Italy in a minute. Jenny “J Woww” Farley and her new beau Roger Matthews hit Whisper last week and The Situation will be at the Wine & Spirits store at Franklin Mills Mall at 5 p.m. then Parx Casino in Bensalem at around 9:30 p.m. Both appearances are for his launch of Devotion Vodka in Pennsylvania. Somebody send me a bottle. Oh, let me tell you about the weekend in Atlantic City. I wasn’t with my photog when he shot Dennis Rodman before his DJ slot (yes, DJ slot) at Dusk where he hung out with boxer Roy Jones Jr., tried to unscrew casino light bulbs and hugged everyone within reach. But the Janet Jackson show at The Borgata and all that stuff that followed it? Sweetness I say. She put on a helluva show of hits. After the Friday show at mur.mur (the Borgata club), Joey Fatone showed up and hung with Samantha Ronson in the DJ booth. (Fatone has been hosting The Price is Right nights in AC and will start filming Mancation in the area next week). The next night, dimpled television host Mario Lopez dined at Bobby Flay Steak and met the Flay-ster himself before catching Jackson’s show and hosting a party at mur.mur. That same night at the Borgata’s MIXX, Janet’s ex Jermaine Dupri spun with Sky Nellor and held court for rapper Busta Rhymes who performed “Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See,” and “Pass the Courvoisier, Part II.” Not to be outdone by Jersey that weekend, the action centered on the Ritz-Carlton where Travis Barker (who was on the Wells Fargo bill with Lil Wayne and Nikki Minaj) hung out. Wayne was not to be seen at the hotel and Minaj eventually made her way to Atlantic City for host duties at The Pool at Harrah’s.
Speaking of being on film, Philly’s chamber-noise-pop sensations Creeping Weeds shot a video for the single “Light In The Window” at Johnny Brenda’s from their forthcoming new CD Creeping Weeds. Bravo them. I’d love to tell you where they are playing April 1, but I can’t because the West Philly house that they are playing with is suddenly undergoing heat from the police and are no longer allowed to do shows. So the Weeds is going underground, playing in the basement and in secret. Fans? You just have to figure it out.
Two weeks after Bart Blatstein and Nicole Cashman, the partners in the Arrow Swim Club, held a preview party at Tendenza to spotlight some of its amenities, the 21+, $1,000 membership club has made its first hires.
While no executive for the restaurant/club has been chosen, the general manager for the whole operation has: Steven Uhr, formerly of Starr Restaurant Group, the W Hotel in DC and Culinary Concepts by Jean-Georges Vongerichten to name a few. While 611 Lifestyle’s Nigel Richards (Cashman’s paramour) will handle the music and SaVa’s boss Sarah Van Aken will be designing the club staff’s uniforms, Catalyst will provide the juice bar niceties.
So far, four hundred people have been accepted into the membership club with a public restaurant, Chanango. The Arrow is hoping for a thousand members.
Ahmir “?uestlove” Thompson isn’t just looking for chefs, amateur and professional for his as-yet-unnamed Philly food thing that he tweeted the other day. (Interested? Send a 90-second video of yourself to firstname.lastname@example.org and wait for questions back like: What would you make for ?uest if you could only make one dish?) The Roots drummer is also going to want you to cook backstage for the Roots Picnic on June 4.
Remember I told you that Jolly Weldon was taking his pianos and going home — I mean, house, I mean Academy House? Weldon did just that, pulled out the 88s from Jolly’s Dueling Piano Bar at 2006 Chestnut St. and moved them to Locust St.’s Academy House with an expected March 25 opening.
While getting ready for her March 2012 Philadelphia Museum of Art mega-solo-show, photographer Zoe Strauss realized she doesn’t have enough of her famed I-95 images — the ones she used to shoot and sell cheap ($5 cheap). Strauss needs them for record-keeping as well as to be considered for the show and its catalog. Can you help? Got some? Get in touch with Grace Ambrose, Strauss, PMA intern, at email@example.com.
Alchemy and Intent, a new paint/print show opened March 22, at the Philadelphia Board of Ethics, 1441 Sansom St, 2nd floor. It will be on display until May 31. (Artists’ reception May 12, 5 p.m., with Bobbie Adams, Rachel Citrino, Linda Dubin Garfield, Pia De Girolamo and Tom Hlas.) Besides being mesmerized by snaps I’ve seen of the work, I’m equally enthralled by the Philadelphia Board of Ethics and that the office “charged with providing ethics training for all city employees and enforcing city campaign finance, financial disclosure, and conflict of interest laws” (according to its Web site) has opened itself as an exhibition space.
On the heels of releasing Mikronesia’s Sick with Silence and preparing to drop Gemini Wolf’s Infinite Sand Dunes, Philly’s earSNAKE label makes its downloads part of a charity thing. Buy an earSNAKE label item and 100% of the proceeds go to Japan relief funds.
Radio Eris and DJ David S. Aponte hit Hoi Polloi Studios, (in the Amber Street Studios Building) at 3240 Collins. The eerily odd Eris is currently recording a whole handful of new songs for its summer-due CD.
It finally happened: The Spice Warehouse — the famed spice holdings megalopolis on 11th Street in South Philly — has closed its doors and will soon be on the open market for sale. Sadly, this also means that Paul Pirozzi aka Wharton Tract’s vintage studio and Spice House label will have to relocate. Parting. Sweet sorrow. All these things are true.
WHOWHATWHERE: While in town for their lengthy stay, Furthur’s Bob Weir, Phil Lesh and the Deadheads who love them were in and out of the Sofitel Hotel. Closer to my block, L.A. Law’s stars Jill Eikenberry and Michael Tucker were spied eating at Le Virtu on East Passyunk. It wasn’t a surprise that Bill Cosby showed up at the Clef Club’s all-star benefit for Odean Pope and that saxophonist’s bipolar disorder charity. Still, it was nice to see Cosby in a Temple sweatshirt (what else?) chatting with the Pope on-stage. When the 2011 Rock ’n’ Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony was aired on Fuse TV on Sunday, there was Jerry Blavat, clear as day, singing “Sweet Caroline” with inductee Neil Diamond, pal Lloyd Price and a slew of rock luminaries. The Geator always hits the R&RHoF ceremonies and his writings can be found in the programs, this year in dedication to another inductee, Darlene Love. Talking about the old songs being the best songs: Yes, the Philadelphia Film Society’s partnership with the Friends of the Wanamaker Organ at Macy’s yielded one of the finest events of recent memory when it screened Metropolis, Fritz Lang’s 1927 silent sci-fi classic with live accompaniment from grand court organist Peter Richard Conte. But the nicest thing about the VIP pre-event was going into the rarely used Greek Hall where wine and hors d’oeuvres were served and there was film and theatre-organ music played by Wurlitzer organist Rudy Lucente. I nearly cried when he played songs from Oklahoma! The ever-caustic Tabatha Coffey of Bravo’s Tabatha’s Salon Takeover (her salon is New Jersey for those who want a trim) was nice as pie at her Barnes & Noble book signing for It’s Not Really About the Hair. Remember last week when I asked Greater Philadelphia Film goddess Sharon Pinkenson about how things were going with films that had long been in talks to shoot in the area but got sidetracked by the question of tax credits? (Governor Corbett gave the good thumbs up to the promised credits and threw in $60 million more.) Things are looking weird for the Brad Pitt-produced World War Z that was supposed to start filming here this summer. According to New York magazine’s entertainment blog The Vulture, Paramount may pull the plug on the zombie flick if they can’t get more financial help for a film already budgeted at $125 million. The Vulture says Paramount is talking to David Ellison, a movie financier. I say call Sydney Kimmel — Philly’s resident Hollywood bankroller.
➤ Forget the Freaks & Geeks marathon on IFC. Tritone is holding a party benefiting this summer’s Phreak N Queer Arts & Music Festival on March 19. The zombie-electro of Rainbow Destroyer, dragsters Nueva Gabor and Messapotamia Lafae and Eric Van Osten’s new gig Manscape (he’s Golden Ball and Umlaut) take part in the charitable bash meant to raise cash for the August fest.
➤ One time City Paper scribe, Idolator instigator and rare Sugar Town DJ Maura Johnston is now the music editor at the Village Voice. Yay her.
➤ The 30th Anniversary ACHIEVEability benefit, Food for Thought, is this Saturday March 19 at the Naval Yard (215-748-8804, achieveability.org) and some of the area’s finest food bosses will be there to honor Dr. Ian Smith of Celebrity Fit Club: Jonathan Adams (Pub & Kitchen), Dave Conn (JG Domestic), Peter Woolsey (Bistrot La Minette), Kevin Sbraga (recent Top Chef winner) and Marc Vetri hit for charity. Vetri might as well move to the Naval Yard. We spoke to him a few weeks ago and he rapped about his Naval Yard event in June, Great Chefs 2011 for Alex’s Lemonade Stand. Along with the usual locals and Top Chef honcho Tom Colicchio, Vetri just signed Iron Chef's Michael Symon and Vinny Dotolo of L.A.'s Animal to cook. If we’re going to talk about Top Chef we might as well mention that local chef (Coatesville I believe) Celina Tio will be a contestant on Bravo's Top Chef Masters (starts April 6) Tio is renowned from her days at the Ritz-Carlton.
➤ Upper Darby’s Todd Rundgren and Philly’s Daryl Hall reunite the 40th and latest edition of Live From Daryl’s House that just popped its top yesterday (lfdh.com). Only this time they did it at Rundgren’s home in Kauai, Hawaii and covered the Daryl Hall and John Oates’ rarity “Beanie G and the Rose Tattoo” and the Delfonics’ “Didn’t I Blow Your Mind This Time.”
➤ The Philadelphia Singers want your money. They deserve it. Michael Korn’s nearly 40-year-old organization will even sing for their supper and yours as Sunday March 20’s benefit dinner at Bistrot La Minette features authentic French bistro cuisine and performances by members of The Philadelphia Singers and Music Director/Conductor/TPS boss.
Fri., March 11 — such a deceptive day for a set of balls. Fifty two degrees at 5 p.m., thirty one by 10 p.m. Damn you weathervane. No matter. I slipped into one of my Dolce & Gabbana Martini tuxes, grabbed my dressiest pals and went balling.
First out of the ball box, the Philadelphia Youth Orchestra's 2011 annual gala at The Union League. I have to confess that I ran late and was in and out of the tony affair. But this is where Maestro Louis Scaglione, President and Music Director of the Philadelphia Youth Orchestra organization, led 100+ classical musicians at Lincoln Hall in song; Berlioz’s "Roman Carnival Overture" and Stravinsky’s "Firebird Suite" to be exact. Tune Up Philly was also a beneficiary at the benefit and Studio Incamminati painted still lifes during the cocktail hour.
Next up at the Ballroom at the Bellvue, the White Tie Ball that benefited Variety — a children's charity — and paid homage to honoree Loraine Ballard Morrill, the news and community affairs director for Clear Channel Radio Philadelphia. This was way louder and younger than the PYO gala – big funk from CTO, a 16-foot ice wall for photo ops, a room of sports memorabilia in the silent auction area. Big. Big. Big.
Lastly, there was The College of Physicians of Philadelphia’s birthday party and masquerade ball for Dr. Thomas Dent Mutter’s 200th. Number one, outside of Dorian’s Parlor, and a vintage Spandau Ballet video shoot, you’re not likely to find so much Victorian dress. These weren’t costumes. This was a lifestyle. Second, there’s nothing more that I’d rather do than visit the Mutter Museum. For the annual ball, the Museum opens rooms of rarities and reconfigures its old exhibition items into something swellegant and with great portent. And third, Philadelphia Distilling brought Vieux Carré Absinthe and served it in an Absinthe water fountain as a punch in the VIP Lounge. Somebody said the cocktails were "alchemy inspired." I nearly swam in that alchemy fountain while Tony Micelli/Larry McKenna Jazz Band played on. Lastly, there was a monster sized cake with a top hat, a spleen and a volume of books designed by cake sculptor Chad Durkin of Exton-based Desserts International. At least I thought there was – could have been the Absinthe talking.
Before the Flower Show leaves town on Sunday I’d like to give you a glimpse of its annual preview party, held last Saturday, March 5, with Pennsylvania Horticultural Society. Like everything else in this city, the event — and the show itself — is tied up in Paris. Daaaaaaamn you, PIFA. A green carpet entrance and an opening ceremony featuring an Eiffel Tower lighting session with PHS president Drew Becher, preview party Chair Linda Galante and Mayor Michael Nutter flipping a switch. That was fun. I missed His Excellency Francois M. Rivasseau of the French Embassy but got kicked by the can can dancers while trying to avoid the roving mimes and strolling accordionists. Miiiiiiiiiiiiimes. That said, I loved the Rock School masked ballet and I dug hanging out in the “Paris Underground” set with French painter Psychoze. Like the PIFS’ American Institute of Floral Designers exhibit on a massive canvas, Psychoze took over his space and turned what could’ve been just a bunch of tulips (lots of tulips) into a dark yet somehow chipper display. Yay. Get to the Pennsylvania Convention Center before it’s all over. I’m not a flower guy but I was impressed.
When you attend the opening of In the Next Room (or the vibrator play) this week at the Wilma, I suggest that you stop in the lobby and peruse the collection of vintage sex objects on loan from Sexploratorium, part of Passional Boutique, for the run of the show. Or until someone nabs them for a personal party.
I heard that you were sad that the DayGlow mega-rave at the Naval Yard on April 16 with Roger Sanchez had sold out. Their paint party suddenly became your pity party. Well, I spoke to the promoters and they just put up another date on another day April 15, and brought in Philly’s own Wes Pentz better known as Diplo. He sold out their DayGlow in Puerto Rico with 6,000 audience members and is sure to fill Philly’s 3,500. Rumor has it that if you guys sell it out, this may not be the last time you see and hear a DayGlow in Philly in 2011. Saying…
Sad partings: Tenley Gwen Bank has left Theatre Exile and her external relations director position. For now, Clara Elser, Exile’s administrative assistant and box office guru will hold the gig. Bank will be back to help out with the end-of-season fundraiser Cabaret of the Exiled. Currently TE’s brilliant dark comedy The Lieutenant of Inishmore is at Plays & Players and all I can say is watch out for the cat blood.
Welcome hellooooos go out to two new cats at the Wells Fargo Center: Tim Murphy is the new regional VP and Matthew Homan is the facility’s new general manager. Ask him what makes so much sense about a Rod Stewart/Stevie Nicks double bill.
Smaller than a farmers’ market but bigger than a tool box: it’s the Farmers’ Cabinet from husband-and-wife team Matt and Colleen Swartz with Matt Scheller on 11th and Walnut. It’ll look like Victorian-era bar room and serve it up rustic American. Plus, writes, their PR lady Jennie Hatton, it’ll hold a “nano-brewery, a tiny, two barrel system — a first for the city and beyond." The name comes from a Philadelphia-area publication dating back to 1803, The Farmers’ Cabinet. Get out. Sounds like it’ll open in March.
Until this dirty old town gets its own slice of Bravo's Real Housewives franchise, the closet thing we gots is our sisters of the Garden State and the Real Housewives of New Jersey. Never let it be said that the ladies of these shows lie dormant until the camera hit. (OK. Bravo did capture this affair for its next season of RHoNJ) During the weekend, Albert Manzo – better known to fans of the show as “Albie,” the son of Housewife Caroline Manzo - held a launch party at Kiss & Fly in Greenwich Village for BLK. Water. What the hell is it, this BLK. water of which the Manzo son speaks? The first we heard of it was in a Grub St. San Francisco posting for Fancy Food Show where Albie Manzo was pushing BLK water in January 2011. It's a zero calorie, zero carb, zero sodium filtered spring water produced by Eclipse Concepts Inc. of Canada with a propriety blend of “miracle molecules” that makes it healthy — fulvic acid trace mineral complex that once infused makes it both naturally black in color and good for you. Somehow. Something about electrolytes.
Anyhow, Bravo was out to tape the event as Teresa Giudice (the table throwing one) Caroline Manzo (the protective matron who co-owns The Brownstone catering facility) and Jacqueline Laurita (the other one) hung with Albie and brother Christopher Manzo. Atza nize.
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