It began with a feathery cloud of a prom dress. I was buried in tulle for a month before I perfected every stitch. At 16, my venture into fashion design was amateur at best. I spent the better part of a decade drawing slim figures in myriad dresses and grew too curious not to explore the craft further. I envisioned...
On a winding backstreet only feet away from an I-10 exit ramp, the Last Concert Café rests obscurely at 1403 Nance—solely identifiable by an unmarked, crimson door. Considered by longtime Houstonians to be the premiere concert venue since it’s establishment in 1949, the café remains a place of intrigue. Under...
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