Three elements make a great public space. Enclosure. Delight. And a view. While large public spaces are not a Vegas specialty, there are small spots here and there if you know where to look.
Pulling stories from serendipitous encounters, Robin Greenspun’s films — including the new one debuting at the Las Vegas Film Festival — shed light on unseen lives.
This is a talk about a speech — specifically, Colin Powell’s 2003 address to the U.N. Security Council, in which he insisted that Iraq had “weapons of mass destruction.”
Most Las Vegans, I wager, will never taste a pita sandwich from a Cairo food cart. Any of us, however, can order from the Egyptian street food section of POTs’ all-vegan menu.
Las Vegas is a nexus of sensory extremes. In the middle of a broiling desert, we’ve got a string of air-conditioned Strip casinos boasting some of the world’s finest food, splashiest production shows, and, of course, row upon row of clamorous, glittering games of chance.
The reaping isn’t so grim at Bryan and Dusty Schoening’s Coffinwood, where the custom coffins, hearses, and other deathly touches are really about being more alive.
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