When Woodstock went Woo-woo and why (Part 2)
Part II The meadows of a storied town prove hallowed ground, tho stone-cursed soil Soon found fair alternative rebound
Part II The meadows of a storied town prove hallowed ground, tho stone-cursed soil Soon found fair alternative rebound
Part I Author’s Note: Paralleling what the term hopes to describe, the exact origins of “woo-woo” remain forever mysterious. Certain
A highlight of the current “Portrait Exhibit” at the Wired Gallery in High Falls is a series of 43 portraits
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For the past 17 years, Kevin Paulsen has been living and painting in two sprawling lofts on the second and
Today, when most people think of fashion in relation to Woodstock, tie-dyed everything and perhaps the image of a Granny dress might spring to mind. And yet, long before Woodstock gave its name to an entire generation, Augusta Allen began crafting a dress that a different generation of Woodstock women would embrace as a representation of their own time.
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On my walk about town, I strolled into 89 Partition Street, home of the store Dig, a portion of which