Posts Tagged ‘H Street’

Wale’s Career Comes Full Circle with The Concert About Nothing

The short-notice show on H Street paid homage to the DMV scene that launched him.

H Street Blues

It’d be easy to mock the casting notice, posted this week on various talent sites, for H Street, a low-budget sitcom set on the nightlife-heavy strip in Northeast D.C. Take the character of Charles, an African-American man in his late 20s to mid-30s who runs a bar, loves D.C. sports, and is “annoyed by hipsters.” [...]

Talk About Options: Atlas’ Intersections Festival Starts Today

Today is the start of the Intersections Festival at H Street’s Atlas Performing Arts Center, a multi-medium event that’s going to continue for the next three weekends. I have to say, it looks pretty damn impressive. According to the publicity materials, the festival includes 600 D.C. artists in 100 performances spread out over nine days. [...]

Arts Roundup: ‘Campaigns Waged’ Edition

Will the 9:30 Club’s new quasi-record label prove successful? Did every media shop in town cover lone client Justin Jones’s invitation-only CD release party last night? Well, there’s your answer. You might recall club co-owner and Jones sugardaddy Seth Hurwitz telling City Paper this last month:
The goal of this has never been making money on [...]

D.C. Galleries: Moving Up, and Moving Everywhere

The new Touchstone Gallery.
Penn Quarter hasn't been the sort of edgy neighborhood where scrappy art galleries grow for years, so it came as no surprise when it finally displaced its oldest fine art outpost. Touchstone Gallery, one of the D.C. art scene's longest-lasting brands, was squeezed out last fall when the building at 406 7th [...]

Washington Post‘s “Scene In” Series: News-Site Video that Isn’t Crappy

The Post's "Scene In" street-fashion video series is perpetually cheery, as if a handful of thoughtful fashionistas can make a rainbow in any neighborhood. We know better, of course: Spend 15 minutes on K Street at the end of a July workday, and style will appear to be a faint afterthought in the melted minds [...]

Waxing Poetic: Winter Mask

Living in Palisades, that benevolent Siberia, I have to take the bus to get anywhere. So when they closed down Metro’s above-ground services at 1 p.m. Saturday I found myself even more isolated than usual. Two friends and I had plans to make camp at their place in East Capitol and get ourselves snowed into [...]