Wednesday, April 22, 2009

One singular sensation in Philadelphia's City Hall


Philadelphia City Councilwoman at-large Blondell Reynolds Brown is living proof that it's never to late to chase a dream, and there's always time left to make a difference.


Inspired as a young girl by the Lawrence Welk Show, the Philly born and bred spitfire didn't start taking dance lessons until she was 16, when she got a job at Geno's and could afford them on her own. A quick study with natural ability, she auditioned in college at Penn State and made the dance troupe there. That's no small feat considering most dancers have been taking instruction since they could walk. She turned down a chance to study abroad her senior year and performed with the school's jazz dance theater.

After graduation, Brown was considering the Peace Corps, but her mother convinced her to come back to Philly. A friend encouraged her to audition for Philadanco, the legendary Philadelphia dance company, and Brown spent the next eight years with a dance bag on her shoulder, traveling by subway to rehearsals and performances. Next came gut-check time: At a 1982 audition for a Broadway-themed show at an Atlantic City casino, Brown put on 3-inch heels to meet the 5-foot-6 requirement for dancers and was called back. She was selected to perform in the show, the shortest woman in the kickline -- but also the brightest -- and spent a year on stage in A.C.

She performed in Sunday matinees at 2 p.m., then slept underneath her dressing room table on a cement floor until it was time to prep for the 7 p.m. show. Still, she says "We were so happy."

After a year in the casino, Brown embarked on a 16-year career teaching dance at Philadanco. The only thing that took Brown away from her passion was a calling to public service. In 1999, she launched her campaign for City Council, and Brown, ever the late bloomer but always arriving in a big way, hasn't left City Hall since. She has earned a reputation as a leader in addressing issues facing children, public health, and arts and culture.

Brown still teaches dance, and is learning a little bit, too. She helps her 12 year-old daughter learn new routines, and Brown is proud to have recently perfected that new Beyonce dance that seems to mystify most who try it.

For Brown, natural ability has taken her only so far. Her fortitude to push forward and her passion for dance and helping people have allowed this Philly girl to rise to great heights despite jumping on the ladder late in the game. Brown has come a long way from that dressing room floor in Atlantic City, and aren't we all lucky she has?

Friday, April 17, 2009

Art in 30 Minutes at PAFA: Taken with Tooker


Philadelphia’s best kept arts and culture secret is the 30 minute “loading zone” parking in front of the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts’ (PAFA) Hamilton building on Broad Street. You pull up, pop into the Portfolio Gift Shop to get your member button and then boom, you’re in the Hamilton Gallery. In 30 minutes, you’re back at the car and on with your weekend.

We were so blown away by “George Tooker: A Retrospective” we visited it twice, the day it opened, January 31 and the day before it closed, April 4. This was Tooker’s first museum retrospective in three decades.

I’m still haunted by Tooker’s take on America in the Cold War era, particularly his paintings of social protest. His facial expressions are so vivid and original, absolutely magnetic. But with the clock ticking you can’t let your self be transfixed. . .

Pictured above, “Landscape with Figures, (1965-1966)” is downright frightening, a sea of blank disturbing faces in office cubicles, showing “a dystopian society in which individualism is suppressed.”

How different our work life is at Simon PR in the posh Bellevue, with our Facebook pages up all day and our sunny yellow wall paint.

PAFA Curator of Modern Art Robert Cozzolino said, “Among the many reasons to look again at the hauntingly beautiful work of this quiet independent artist is the capacity his paintings have to reflect both the public and private aspects of humanity.”


With the sweetheart parking deal, there’s no reason not to enjoy this gem of Philadelphia. PAFA’s Hamilton Gallery is a welcome world class addition to our contemporary art scene and they’ve had one stellar exhibit after the other since they opened a few years ago. Have wheels but limited time, enjoy art in the City.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Culture blooms with Cherry Blossom Festival in Fairmount Park



Regardless of the fluctuating weather we've been experiencing, spring is officially in the air and the Cherry Blossom trees are in full bloom, as evidenced by the thousands who attended Sakura Sunday at Fairmount Park on April 5.




Part of the Subaru Cherry Blossom Festival, hosted by the Japan America Society of Greater Philadelphia, this year's Sakura Sunday was the most successful ever as 40,000 people came to enjoy the wonderful foliage - double the number who attended last year. Kudos to Philly for having the fastest growing cherry blossom festival in the country! In addition to the gorgeous Cherry Blossom trees, attendees experienced a variety Japanese food, music and dance. From martial arts demonstrations to taiko drum performances to tea ceremonies, the day truly had something for everyone.


Philly's eagerness to embrace and enjoy so many different cultures is just another sign it is a world-class city.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Another Philadelphia championship? Why not 'Nova?



For some of us it may have been way before our time; for others, it may be a faint memory as we crawled around the floor while our parents hooted and hollered; and others may have joined the revelers on Lancaster Avenue, rushing out of college parties or local watering holes in jubilation. But no matter where we were in the spring of 1985, most of us Philadelphians know that this was the year Villanova won the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament, put our city’s storied college basketball passion back on the map, and added one more sports championship to what some consider a short list. Nearly a quarter century later, the Wildcats have a chance to do it again.




As March Madness carries into April, this team of young hoopster phenoms will join the ranks of other Philadelphia sports teams that like to test our emotional limits. We’re a city that bleeds the color of whichever team we’re rooting for that season--whether it’s green, red, orange, or in this case, blue. We tint the lights on our skyscrapers; we dedicate a week’s, or month’s worth of Daily News covers; and we wait anxiously for another championship that, for at least one more season, will quiet the nay-sayers.


Sure, we all experienced a bit of ecstasy in October as our Boys of Summer triumphantly marched down Broad Street. But did that truly (to put in Philly terms) quench our thirst for victory or our hunger for conquest? Why settle for just one championship this year? Why not set our sights too high? At heart, we’re a city of winners, the longtime dark horse of the East Coast. So bring it home, 'Nova. Do it for a city of fans who continue to believe that we’re more than a one-hit wonder.