From the Westbank to New Orleans to Slidell, Carnival officially kicked into high gear these past few days as 19 krewes rolled, celebrating everything from lions and dogs, to Wookies and Greek gods… even Mona Lisa & Moon Pies.
But, now it stops. For nine days. Because the Super Bowl is coming to town. I’d rather have Santa Claus.
Although the practice of traditional Chinese acupuncture dates back thousands of years, it's adaptation in Western culture is relatively new. And while your mom and them may have received treatment in the past, you'll have to second guess who's likely to get it in the future.
Sharon Litwin brings us this profile on this week's Notes from New Orleans.
WWNO, in collaboration with Nolavie.com, brings you Take Five: an inside look into the growing local film industry with the people shaping it. On this week's edition, Brian Friedmann reports how the mayor's office of cultural economy continues to incentivize our city.
This coming weekend the Loyola Opera Theatre will tackle Leonard Bernstein's Candide, a comic operetta based on Voltaire's satiric novel. And although music director Carol Rausch has guided students through the opera over the years, she finds herself increasingly smitten by it. She'll explain why the play's message reverberates so clearly on this week's Notes from New Orleans.
New Orleanians often have to justify why they live in their city, perhaps more frequently than other Americans. Whether it's with friends, family or themselves, it's a conversation most residents will have. But perhaps the answer is more universal than we think.
This coming August the National Poetry Slam will take place in Boston. But locally, preparations are already being made. On Saturday, both aspiring and professional poets are encouraged to compete for a spot on Team Slam New Orleans. So on this week's Notes from New Orleans, Sharon Litwin is getting schooled in the stanza.
Whether you’re stopping in at Promenade fabric store on St. Charles Avenue for five yards of Chanel or a spool of thread, Herbert Halpern welcomes you warmly. He looks a little like a fashionable Albert Einstein.
For 45 years, he has minded and cultivated the store his father, Max Halpern, started in the late 1930s, steering it through some choppy waters. If businesses are forged on deep friendships over time, then Herbert has certainly got the goods.
Wander through the glass doors into the spacious heart of the tangerine building at 747 Magazine Street, and you’ll find a world of primary colors and creative shapes that speak to the child — and the artist — in all of us.