By Liz Garrigan, HEMISPHERES MAGAZINE “Oh, you’ve got to check out that hair behind you,” says Sondra Radvanovsky, over sea bass at L’Avenue. The 'do is indeed a marvel, but it’s not the only dramatic coiffure in this tony lunch spot, attractive both for its proximity to the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées — where Radvanovsky...
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE There he was, not many months’ distance from civic sainthood in the aftermath of the epic May flood. Rightly or wrongly, even those who’d heretofore been critics were regarding Karl Dean as virtual mayoral royalty. His administration’s reaction to a catastrophe that killed at least 10 people in Nashville...
By Matt Pulle and Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE Did decades of poor urban planning make the Nashville Flood worse? What Metro has done right and wrong, and where we go from here.
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE Their modest home is already in the shadow of mammoth interstate exchanges and the victim of traffic noise. And then the water came. How Gerald and Elouise Williams are faring.
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE What happens when Tennessee's most powerful hospitality CEO compares First Lady Michelle Obama to Tarzan’s Cheeta? Nothing good.
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE Two years ago, famed documentary filmmaker George Butler was reading The New York Times online and saw a video featuring Bells Bend farmer George West — the kind of guy who wears cowboy hats and duster coats for function and sells turnip greens on the honor system.
By Liz Garrigan, THE WASHINGTON POST Like voters everywhere, we Tennesseans want our politicians to be part professor, part John Wayne, and none of the top-tier candidates qualifies. Well, their John Wayne is standing just outside the corral. He is Fred Dalton Thompson, and though no admiral, he has played one in the movies.
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE It's about 10:30 a.m., and math teacher Adam Nadeau is standing on top of his desk waving a hair dryer around. It's clear that this is no ordinary classroom. Hanging from the ceiling are streamers that he's using in conjunction with the hair dryer to teach the law of gravity.
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE Kindre had been high for three days, having ditched her three children with her mother and spent every cent she had on crack. When the 72-hour narcotic marathon ended, she walked toward home along Gallatin Road. She was stoned, but not stoned enough for what happened next.
By Liz Garrigan, NASHVILLE SCENE There's an odd justice to the idea that a place where animals once were slaughtered, sometimes with sledgehammers to their heads, is becoming a village of forward-thinking entrepreneurs, a poster child for new urbanism and a haven for enlightened vegetarians.
