Taking public transit is traumatizing enough without having to watch a man dismembered on the tracks. But in Puerto Rican artist Teo Freytes’s comic book Estampa Niuyorquina (Image of New York), a blue-collar laborer finishes work for the day, only to have his subway ride interrupted by a suicidal jumper…
From an H-65 helicopter, the Coast Guard spots an oversize fishing cooler just off the western coast of Florida, bobbing in the choppy, black waters of Pensacola Bay. The copter descends to an altitude of 200 feet and hovers momentarily above the lost icebox before a rescue swimmer rappels from…
Surrounded by steaming swampland rife with 20-foot pythons, man-eating gators, and marauding skunk apes, our little burg at the end of the continent is a certified hot spot for the dangerous, deranged, and bizarre. We’ve already had sex offenders under a bridge, cat killers in our midst, and tar balls…
After Jerome Allen “Jerry” Seinfeld finally wrapped his nine-season stint as the crank-ass king of network TV, he got married, gained some weight, bred a couple of rug rats, and stopped pretending to be a nice guy. Basically, the Brooklyn-bred comic let loose. He was rich, powerful, and famous enough…
Ever since Lebron James uttered the explosive and mildly inaccurate words “I’m gonna take my talents to South Beach,” the whole world seems to have gone batshit. In Cleveland, grown men called sports radio shows to cry, wail, and announce the Apocalypse. Angry fans flooded the streets to burn jerseys…
A small yellow plane flew figure-eight patterns above Bayfront Park, trailing a banner that read: “What the Flugtag are you doing down there?” The answer: We were packed shoulder-to-shoulder and belly-to-butt, perspiring like pigs in a superheated pen. It was noon, the sun was brutal, and the cumulative heat of…
We are starved for art. It’s been four weeks since our last feeding. But, finally, Second Saturdays is here and the fast is over. Tomorrow we will wander Wynwood and the Design District, stalking from gallery to gallery rabidly satiating our deep, unnatural hunger for fine esthetic experiences and free…
Everyone loves gratuitous nudity. Old ladies dig it. Hipster photographers (i.e. Ryan McGinley and imitators) have made careers documenting it. Pimply preteen males are huge, huge, huge fans. Even Bobo the Juggling Chimp smiles wide and winks when he sees a bare pair of boobies. All in all, the natural…
Magical alcoholic elixirs have long played a big part in procreation. It all starts out innocently enough: People get tipsy, then a few irresponsible decisions are made, and nine months later a litter of babies is born. Roughly a month ago, local collective the Overthrow and Atlanta artist Greg Mike…
All stubbly and shaggy, Louisiana’s Theo Von (né Vonkurnatowski) is a shave, a haircut, several Super Bowl rings, and about four inches away from being good-looking enough to get Gisele Bündchen pregnant. In a short video titled “Almost Tom Brady,” the comedian milks this meager resemblance for all it’s worth…
All stubbly and shaggy, Louisiana’s Theo Von (né Vonkurnatowski) is a shave, a haircut, several Super Bowl rings, and about four inches away from being good-looking enough to get Gisele Bündchen pregnant. In a short video titled “Almost Tom Brady,” the comedian milks this meager resemblance for all it’s worth…
All stubbly and shaggy, Louisiana’s Theo Von (né Vonkurnatowski) is a shave, a haircut, several Super Bowl rings, and about four inches away from being good-looking enough to get Gisele Bündchen pregnant. In a short video titled “Almost Tom Brady,” the comedian milks this meager resemblance for all it’s worth…
All stubbly and shaggy, Louisiana’s Theo Von (né Vonkurnatowski) is a shave, a haircut, several Super Bowl rings, and about four inches away from being good-looking enough to get Gisele Bündchen pregnant. In a short video titled “Almost Tom Brady,” the comedian milks this meager resemblance for all it’s worth…
A skinny 20-something kid is standing on the sidewalk with his back to the street, staring you down. His expression is hard to read — the mouth is a tight slit and the eyes are tired, cold, and remote. He could be thinking about taking you home, robbing you, or…
Hoods and thieves are good friends until it’s time to divvy up a million dollars’ worth of stolen diamonds. Then the backstabbing, double-crossing, and murdering begins. In John Huston’s 1950 heist movie, The Asphalt Jungle, a newly released convict named Doc Erwin Riedenschneider (Sam Jaffe) plots his comeback caper, gets…
Like neo-hippie nudists lost on LSD or maybe wicked woodland sprites, there are a bunch of naked teens frolicking through a nocturnal netherworld of forests, fields, and black-water ponds. The boys are hairless and pretty. The girls are similarly sexy but worldlier. Everyone wears a floral crown and a hard,…
Sure, we all know Miami-Dade public libraries are packed with freeloaders getting their Tom Clancy fix, trawling YouTube for funny crotch shot videos, or digging through art book stacks and back issues of National Geographic for X-rated peeks at the female anatomy. But there’s also another kind of library patron,…
Searing a hog and shooting some hard liquor is the only acceptable way to honor avowed pork addict and alcoholic connoisseur Anthony Bourdain. Naturally, any South Floridian’s first impulse would be to stuff that mojo mofo into a caja china and let him roast till sundown. Sadly, though, that’s not…
On June 12, 18-year-old Cuban-American high school student Lynette Bofill emerged from a field of ten young, aspiring chefs to take $10,000 in Le Cordon Bleu’s Future Chef of America Culinary Scholarship Competition. Today, Lynette offers the recipe for her winning dish, chicken paprikash with bread twist and red pepper…
Your face is forever changing. As time passes, a network of fine lines creeps across your forehead, around your mouth, under your eyes. You gain weight and your jaw line droops. When you’re happy, your face is open and bright, seeming to broadcast inner states of being. But darker moods…
It was 10:54 p.m. and Anthony Bourdain sat in the lobby of the Lincoln Theatre still signing copies of Medium Raw. Two hours after wrapping his reading and Q&A session, the line had finally dwindled to a dozen. There was a female security guard who stood, bored and pissed and…
We all know that the grand old U.S. of A is just as green as it is red, white, and blue. Money is green. Fatigues are green. Sweet kush is green. And believe it or not, the White House will turn green if you look at it long enough. One…
