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Street View is a fashion series in which Isa Giallorenzo spotlights some of the coolest styles seen in Chicago.

A first-person account from off the beaten track, as told to Anne Ford. “They send a ticket for you to get on a Greyhound bus, and you take the Greyhound bus to Gary, Indiana, and then we went straight to Hammond, where they had their school. It was like I stepped into boot camp. It was different. It ain’t the world you came from. “But driving the truck is fun. It’s fuuuuuuuun....

A first-person account from off the beaten track, as told to Anne Ford. “I think the motivation behind corseting is complete aesthetics, most of the time. It’s the same thing that motivates people to pierce their ears, to buy a thousand different shades of lipstick. You look in the mirror and you’re like, ‘This is right. This is what I want to go for.’

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Going through some files last week, I came across a column I’d written in 1993 about Chicago’s police. My topic was a then new book, The Cop Shop: True Crime on the Streets of Chicago, written by Robert Blau, a young reporter who’d covered police headquarters for the Tribune. He’d asked for the beat; he wanted to taste the life. As we’ve just seen again with the matter of Laquan McDonald, Chicago finds it much easier to shell out millions of dollars to compensate families that seek justice in civil courts than it does to hold cops who kill criminally responsible....

In recent years it seems as though there’ve been two Gal Costas. Back in the 60s, she was the popular face of Brazil’s Tropicalia movement, bringing the songs of her compatriots Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil to life with a sure-handed grasp of samba and bossa nova, infused with psychedelic experimentation. As with all of Tropicalia’s figures she eventually became a bona fide star, and when she tours around the world she tends to play music that celebrates Brazil’s (and her own) rich musical past, often favoring an old-fashioned sound that eschews rock-influenced hybrids....

The Missing Picture What do Wes Anderson and the Khmer Rouge have in common? Well, nothing, but that’s never stopped us before. This week’s long review considers Anderson’s latest fancy, The Grand Budapest Hotel, and Rithy Panh’s humbling Oscar nominee The Missing Picture, which opens Friday at Music Box. Meanwhile Ben Sachs goes eye to eye with The Face of Love, about a lonely widow (Annette Bening) who falls in love with a ringer for her late husband (Ed Harris)....

I first encountered Adversarial when I wrote about a split with fellow Canadian band Antediluvian that they’d released on Nuclear War Now! in 2012. I described Antediluvian’s sound as “prehistoric, evil, and incomprehensible,” adding that it gave the overall impression of “a furiously stampeding mudslide of teeth and offal that’s not quite contained by the hastily excavated trench with which the good townspeople hoped to divert it away from the Christian children’s home....

Last week Township co-owner Mark “Max” Brumbach sold his stake in the Logan Square restaurant-slash-venue to a trio of new owners: Logan Arcade beer buyer Steveo Segel, Logan Arcade general manager Megann Lesnick, and Naked Raygun bassist Fritz Doreza, who also works at Logan Square bar and venue Quenchers Saloon. “When [Brumbach] was thinking he needed to leave I approached Steveo,” says Township co-owner Tamiz Haiderali. He says the changeover became official Friday, though it will take at least a few weeks for the bureaucratic paperwork to wrap up....

Trumpeter Peter Evans packs a ton of music into just about everything he does, and the quintet that recorded last year’s mind-­boggling Genesis (More Is More) lets him sound the full diapason of his freakish talent. Here he folds his prodigious extended techniques into his relatively straightforward playing, employing them mostly in service of protean improvisation rather than as a focal point (as he often does in his solo practice). He’s been manipulating bop structures for years, beginning with his agile Zebulon trio in the early 2010s, but this band pushes that approach to a fractured extreme....

The exhibits weren’t fully installed when I dropped in to preview the new home of the Chicago Architecture Center (formerly the Chicago Architecture Foundation) last week, but on a return visit this week everything was up and running. Spectacular views outside, especially from the second-story Skyscraper Gallery, reached via a grand wooden staircase (or an elevator ride). The center, a few steps east of Michigan Avenue on Wacker, looks north across the river, toward Tribune Tower and the Wrigley Building....

I’m trying to make friends with microbes in the End Times. What am I gonna do when the shit comes down and I don’t know how to do make cheese, cider, kimchi, beer, yogurt, and bread? I’ll be prepping during a two-weekend crash course in zymology at Fermentation Fest—A Live Culture Convergence, which features more than 50 classes on the care, feeding, and eating of fermented foods. Learn how to make colonche, nawait, and pulque with agricultural ecologist Gary Paul Nabhan during a class on American Pre-Columbian Fermented Beverages....

The ongoing madness over the Laquan McDonald shooting has enabled us to forget—at least momentarily—the wreckage that Governor Bruce Rauner is making of civilization in Illinois. Now, I agree—the video is shocking and terrifying. Oh, this is tough. After all, this is a governor who ran on being a ruthless, bean-counting billionaire who, thanks to his gumball-size heart, would feel no compunction about shredding the safety net if that’s what it took to free up more tax breaks for the rich....

Peter Boyle and Peter Falk in The Brink’s Job Sorcerer, currently touring the United States in a new digital restoration, is undoubtedly one of the year’s great rediscoveries, yet the reevaluation of William Friedkin’s filmography is far from complete. Rampage (1987/1992), for instance, remains an obscure item to all but Friedkin completists and serial killer buffs, though it offers more food for thought than most serial killer films. And then there’s The Brink’s Job (1978), Friedkin’s first film after Sorcerer and one of the only comedies he directed post-French Connection....

Outdoor music festivals tend to wear out their own fans. There’s only so much hot sun, crowd congestion, and spider-infested porta-potties you can take before you ask yourself, “What the hell am I doing here?” If a fest runs three days, as Riot Fest has for several years now, by the third nearly everyone will have reached that point. Even the teenagers will be dragging. But there were plenty of reasons to trek to Douglas Park for the last day of Riot Fest 2018....

Street View is a fashion series in which Isa Giallorenzo spotlights some of the coolest styles seen in Chicago.

IFC Toni (Carrie Brownstein) and Candace (Fred Armisen) hold a fairly unsexy car wash. When a show is consistently funny for more than a couple of seasons, it produces the uncomfortable tension of waiting for the other shoe to drop. The unfunny shoe. I’m not a religious Portlandia viewer. I watched all of the first season, and bits and pieces of the rest, and even saw Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein’s live show back in 2011ish, but I also suffered from butthole-puckering rage when “put a bird on it” became a thing people were compelled to say when they saw birds on things and sometimes, annoyingly enough, even when they didn’t see birds on things....

I love food. I’m just not in love with it. I understand the ideology of local sourcing, the ethics of organics, the romance of global influences, the beauty of a good gut, the sacrament of artful presentation. But none of that fascinates me the way the chocolate fudge layer cake at the Cheesecake Factory does. I can’t bring myself to approach eating with the learned earnestness of the true believer....