Powerhouse Factories, the brand-building agency/print shop behind some of your favorite local music/concert posters, opens its Newport studio doors to the public Friday for it annual holiday party. ‘Housed for the Hollerdays is a perfect opportunity to do some gift shopping for the music lovers on your list — posters run $10-$50; framed prints start at $100. The free event also features live music from Pope Goes the Evil (10-11 p.m.) and a holiday portrait photo booth. ‘Housed for the Hollerdays runs 6 p.m.-midnight.
The 2014 Winter Olympics begin in less than two months in Sochi, Russia. In anticipation for February’s games, the United State Olympic Committee has organized the Road to Sochi tour. The tour began in New York City last month, marking the 100-day countdown to the games, and it stops at Fountain Square Friday. Fans can participate in Winter Olympic simulated activities like ski jumping, curling and bobsledding from 1-8 p.m.
Locally based African cultural organization Bi-Okoto hosts its annual Heritage Festival Saturday. Swing by their Pleasant Ridge center to experience the traditional music, dances, food and goods from various African countries. For more information about Bi-Okoto and the fest, read our interview with founders Ade and Jeaunita Olowe.
If you notice dozens upon dozens of Santa Clauses traipsing across the city Saturday, don’t worry — you’re not having a holiday party hangover-induced hallucination. It’s Cincinnati Santacon time! Everyone in the holiday spirit is invited to register online, grab a Santa suit and join in this holly jolly pub crawl. The Santa mob will travel to various downtown bars and events until midnight, singing songs, drinking booze and spreading holiday cheer. This year a “sleigh” (shuttle) will be available for Santas wanting to swing through Mount Adams. To participate, meet at Fountain Square at noon or follow Cincinnati Santacon on Facebook or Twitter to join the group at another location.
Over-the-Rhine also gets a holiday makeover Saturday. Volunteers will “Light Up OTR” with 2,000 luminarias distributed throughout Washington Park and on Elm, Race and Main Streets from 6-9 p.m.
A new channel has found a coveted spot on my television’s favorites list. The Esquire Network replaced Style in late September, but it took me a few months to discover the new channel’s diverse entertaining offerings. The network’s original series feature everything from cooking to travel to style — lots of culture-y (pop and otherwise) bits. Esquire also airs reruns of popular shows like Party Down,Top Chef and Parks and Recreation. Find the channel here.
Searching for a new computer game without Facebook notifications, digital farming or “Crush” in the title? Look no further than Kanye Zone. The object of the game? Like the song says, don’t let him into his zone.
Speaking of Kanye’s zone, you know it’s officially the holiday season when the Kadrashians emerge their krypts to kreate their annual Kristmas kard.
Not really sure why they’d spring for a photographer like David LaChapelle, because every square inch of this piece is so heavily ‘shopped. I bet they even inserted Kourt’s baby into her empty arms in post-production. And it goes without saying that this image of Bruce (sealed in glass on the far right) will haunt all of our nightmares until the end of time.
Move over, Macaulay — "Pug Puppy Home Alone" is even better than the original.
The entertainment gods blessed us with not one but two Major Television Events recently: The Sound of Music Live! And the Bonnie & Clyde miniseries presented by A&E, History and Lifetime. People everywhere have been crying, “Blasphemy!” over these two reboots of classic stories but, because we’re a masochistic society, everyone and their mama tuned into both. B&C was deemed historically inaccurate (Gasp! A Lifetime movie?! Surely not.), and SoM was decidedly awkward as hell, but damn if they didn’t both attract huge audiences.
NBC’s live production of The Sound
of Music was a hot ass mess. I’m no musical theater connoisseur, so I
totally forgot all the Nazi shit in there, along with the fact that Vampire
Bill was starring in this show alongside Carrie Underwood. I mean, Carrie can sing for sure, but
the 21.3 million viewers
were pretty much all tuning in the same way
they’d watch a train wreck, which is why Carrie says she's praying for all of us haterz. Keep the prayers comin’, Carrie, because apparently we’re in for another live musical here
Here’s probably every movie you meant to see this year but didn’t:
“I Love It” and “Ho Hey” were noticeably absent, despite being in EVERY PREVIEW EVER this year. Thankfully (said no one), they didn’t skimp on the dub-step.
In other end-of-the-year news, it’s time again for Pantone to announce the official color of 2014. Get your eyeballs ready for lots of “Radiant Orchid” next year, whatever the hell that means. If you’ll recall (as if this important selection hasn’t been ingrained in your brain), 2013’s color was emerald.
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, the book series of spooky tales and illustrations every ‘80s and ‘90s kid shared around campfires, on the bus and at sleepovers, is becoming a movie. CBS Films is working with two Saw writers on the adaptation. For those in the dark (muahahaha), the Scary Stories themselves weren’t all that terrifying — it was all about the eerie, detailed, seriously dark images that accompanied the tales. There’s no word yet on how or if these illustrations (by Stephen Gammell, who I can only assume is Satan’s nephew) will be incorporated in the film, and that will truly be a make-or-break decision. If Hollywood decides to ruin SSTTITD like everything else and go with a live-action take, I guess they could just call up Bruce Jenner.
There’s no other way to say it: Bitches lose their shit over Benedict Cumberbatch. The star of Sherlock, who portrayed Kahn in Star Trek: Into Darkness and is voicing the titular dragon in the upcoming Hobbit film, has a loyal legion of fans — ahem, “Cumberbitches.” Here’s what happened when we read some lyrics off R. Kelly’s new album (which is freaking titled Black Panties, btw).
As captivating and alienesque as Benny may be, like a male Tilda Swinton, the ladies truly give him the One Direction treatment. And I love me some Cumberbatch, but can we throw some love/panties Martin Freeman’s way, too?