• Giving style to art

    As a one-time college art major, I understand the style of creations that people consider to be art – from pottery, sculpture, paintings, music, etc.  – whether I agree or not. 

    It’s true that some art looks like you gave paints and a paint brush to a 3-year-old or better yet, strapped a paint brush to a dog’s tail. But it sells for a whole lot more.

    There’s music I don’t care for and some pottery that resembles a sack of potatoes. No, that’s just a concrete piece I had to chisel while at Delta State. 

  • Explorations in Photography

     Authentic storytelling doesn’t always need direction. For this year’s Photography feature, we let the professionals take the reins. We supplied a starting point with a list of themes and then allowed the artists to construct their own narratives. What we were given is a series of short vignettes that tell us not only about the theme chosen, but also the photographers themselves. 

     

  • what’s in my carry on?

    Summer is upon us. If you’re anything like me, you have been bitten by the travel bug something serious. I get stir crazy in the summer and chances are I am trying to get as far away from the South as possible. So, aside from the obvious TSA requirements, what are some of my other summer travel essentials? Let’s take a look.

     

  • getting personal: Everything you always wanted to know about personal training but were afraid to ask

    While I wouldn’t say I’ve been procrastinating working on my beach body (see previous months’ forays into cycling, yoga and even dancing), the collective total of weddings, bachelorette parties and vacations I’ve been lucky enough to participate in during the past year reaches nearly to 20.  With my annual beach vacation waiting for me at the end of this month, I decided it is time to seek the help of a professional. 

  • Local Musicians ROOTED IN Hub

    The blues is Mississippi's lingua franca. It's rooted (while transferred from far away Mali) in our arable soil. Though the famous players may have left to electrify it in Chicago or orchestrate in Los Angeles, that music still and will always be identified as ours.

  • SETTLING ON SILENCE

    It seems like every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a cell phone these days considers themselves a photographer.

    And while it’s true that the built-in camera in most of today’s cell phones is better than most high-end digital cameras that were being manufactured as recently as 10 years ago, having access to a quality camera does not make you a professional photographer any more than having access to a blog makes you a professional journalist.

  • Disco: maligned & misunderstood

     Disco is music that goes far beyond white polyester with a black collar jutting out, dancefloors lit in primary colors, the Brothers Gibb, Harry Wayne Casey and the almighty Donna Summer. Disco at its essence represented the freedom to write, to choose and of course - to dance.

  • The legend of Tony Jack

    Every small town in America has a character or two that manages to stand out from the rest of the crowd.

    The Pine Belt has plenty of them – including several being honored this year as part of our annual Best of the Pine Belt Awards.

  • From Uganda with Love

    Southern Miss graduate Lindsey Pellittieri sits in her tiny corner of the world in Gulu,Uganda. There have been many life changes since she moved from the Hub City to this rural village halfway across the globe, about 8,000 miles, give or take, and eight hours ahead of local time.

     It’s been a long time since she’s connected with the Hattiesburg area.

    But in this Northern Region village she’s learned not only about her own strengths, but the strength of Ugandan women and others around the world.

    The seed was planted some time ago, but has started to blossom.

  • Dancing 101: How I learned to stop worrying, and love the beat

    When I arrived at the Front Street studio of Hattiesburg Ballroom and Beyond on a Thursday evening, donning my dancing shoes and a case of the new student jitters, there wasn’t a single corner for this Baby to hide in.

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