
Girls encounter hippie vans in Piedmont Park. Atlanta, 1970. Photo by Boyd Lewis. (via)

Girls encounter hippie vans in Piedmont Park. Atlanta, 1970. Photo by Boyd Lewis. (via)

SHITTY LOCAL BAR presents…. Photographed in Atlanta’s Little Five Points neighborhood, apparently. (via)

Pre-interstate Atlanta, 1919 by the Foote & Davies Company.
This is an image from the 1919 Foote and Davies map of Atlanta, taken from the very cool Big Map Blog. We can see what the built environment of downtown Atlanta looked like (and might have continued to look like) before the interstates and their ramps sliced wide chasms of asphalt and concrete through the area.
I’m trying to imagine Atlanta if we got rid of the I-75/I-85 Connector and did a Cheonggyecheon-style restoration. I can dream.
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Gone With the Wind Atlanta Premiere – Atlanta History Center. (via)
Home video footage by Russell Bellman of the “Gone With the Wind” Atlanta Premiere (December 15, 1939). Video features the Georgian Terrace Hotel, Atlanta Municipal Auditorium, Gone With the Wind Ball, and the Loew’s Grand Theatre in Atlanta.
I know I’ve said it before, but man, I really, really wish I’d been alive when Loew’s Grand Theatre was still around.
Atlanta by car, 1991. As Pecanne Log points out: killer soundtrack.
I can walk to #4 and drive to #7 in like 8 minutes. We’ve also got the #12 retailer. I love Atlanta.
Happy Snow Day Candler Park 2011. Mere blocks from my house! (via)
Ice Skating on Peachtree Street in Midtown Atlanta. Now this is the kind of urban development I like to see. (via)
“We’re all just hustling each other.” (via)

Esperanza Atlanta | DOME FIELD ADVANTAGE. Falcons 10-2. Just sayin’.

Ann’s Snack Bar in Atlanta – NYTimes.com. Home of the Ghetto Burger. Photo by David Walter Banks.

Peachtree Street on a rainy night. Atlanta, 1951. Photo by Charles Kushman. I wish Loew’s Grand Theatre were still around.

Big Boi and André 3000, 1994, with Atlanta DJ Greg Street.

Around the clock at Waffle House: Smothered and covered on Cheshire Bridge Road | Creative Loafing Atlanta. Photo by Jason Travis.
Every night is different. We get a lot of drunks; you just have to know how to handle them. You gotta have a go-get-them personality. And you’ve gotta pray.
The redemptive power of music!
T.I. helped save Midtown Atlanta jumper’s life — really | Fresh Loaf | Creative Loafing Atlanta
The tall, sleek, curving Vdara Hotel at CityCenter on the Strip is a thing of beauty. But the south-facing tower is also a collector and bouncer of sun rays, which – if you’re at the hotel’s swimming pool at the wrong time of day and season – can singe your hair and melt your plastic drink cups and shopping bags.
I work next to a building like this, except the death rays shine right on the sidewalk. (via)
Mirrored Las Vegas hotel turns into parabolic solar cooker
Atlanta claims spots #5, 7, 17, and 22: the areas near Vine City/GA Dome, Techwood/Centennial Hill, Mechanicsville/Summerhill, and Adair Park. (via)
A great episode about the beloved Atlanta landmark built in 1924 and the (in)famous, seedy, must-see strip club in the basement that’s been running since 1965, the Clermont Lounge. One old postcard calls it As Modern as Tomorrow.
Featured on this episode of Sidewalk Radio are guests Boyd Coons, Executive Director of the Atlanta Preservation Center, Mike Gamble, a tenured professor in architecture at Georgia Tech, DJ, the de facto spokesperson and bouncer at the Clermont Lounge at the Clermont Lounge, and Atlanta icon and dancer at the Clermont Lounge, Blondie.
Truth:
We Southerners get super sensitive about snow and ice in the winter but we LIVE for the first full weekend of zero percent humidity. Everyone breaks out their wool blazers and favorite argyle items as soon as temps dip below 87° – it’s a fact! That’s why it’s so sad when inevitably a three-week humid heat wave comes in October and no one wants to put sensible cotton short-sleeved attire back on. Lots of moist people in sweater vests and Glen plaid dragging themselves through the dying strains of Atlanta summer – it’s just embarrassing for everyone.