Word: suburbias
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...these is the Smokehouse, www.thesmokehouse.com.my/ch.htm, built in 1939 and a surreal dream of English suburbia, with its impeccable lawns and heavy wooden beams. Originally created as a getaway for safari-suited colonials stationed in what was then called Malaya, the Smokehouse remains steeped in another era, in good ways (antiques, cozy nooks and crannies, double scotches by the fireplace) and bad (shabby rooms, peeling paint, awful food). The hotel website even refers, rather sniffily, to "electronic mail." There's something very old-school British about all of this, of course. Lovers of luxury may be disappointed, but children...
...giant mall - like King of Prussia, Pa. (outside Philadelphia), and Schaumburg, Ill. (Chicago). "If Tysons can be retrofitted, then there's great hope for a lot of others," says June Williamson, an associate professor of architecture at the City College of New York and a co-author of Retrofitting Suburbia...
...latest dramedy, “Lymelife,” is another, but it strips that jaded quality which clings to others of the genre. What is most impressive about “Lymelife” is its ability to distinguish itself from the legacy of the flawed-suburbia film and create something wholly new.A film developed by the Sundance Institute, “Lymelife” is the directorial debut of Derick Martini. In it, Martini presents a peeled portrait of suburban life on Long Island. The film follows Scott Bartlett (Rory Culkin), a soft-spoken high school student...
...been so patient. When I evacuated suburbia almost four years ago for haven in Cambridge, I figured that my musical internment was finally over, that I was headed into a utopia of playlist swaps and impromptu banjo-and-melodica practice sessions...
...unprecedented wealth, cartoon sitcoms and sex scandals: in a word, the Clinton Era.The dust jacket of “NoVA” (shorthand for Northern Virginia) reads like a recap of an episode of Desperate Housewives, promising to finally “scratch the shiny surface [of suburbia].” This topic may seem trite at worst and overworked at best, but Boice determinedly takes a stab at originality in examining the suicide of a seemingly-normal 17-year-old boy, and the context around that event, in excruciating detail.Within the first five pages, Boice has already delivered something...