It’s a snap. Denver has been named the No. 1 “Most Photo-Friendly City” in America by Popular Photography magazine.
We’re No. 1! We’re No. 1!
The mag supports the honor by noting that our “smooth braiding of mountain trails, historic architecture, and nightlife engenders a visual confidence and boldness.”
Judges also took into account sunny hours, days of rain, per-capita number of camera shops and the number of private security firms. Seems it’s hard to take pictures if there are too many rent-a-cops around. And it seems they aren’t in Denver.
Teen dreams.
Is it chick lit or chicklette lit? You decide when you read “The Girls,” a gossip-girly novel out today from Denver Post food editor Tucker Shaw.
A modern teen take on the Clare Booth Luce play “The Women,” the book is set in Aspen at the Maroon Bells School for Girls, and not one male character appears in the book.
Oh, they think about boys, date boys, dream about boys and talk about boys — but no boys appear in the novel itself. Instead we have Mary (“She’s beautiful, she’s a good girl, and her ski star boyfriend is cheating on her”), Sylvia (“She’s nasty, she’s rich, and she’s got something up her Prada-designed sleeve”), Crystal (“She’s a townie, she works at Mod Jeans, and she’s cheating with Mary’s boyfriend), Peggy (“She’s Mary’s best friend . . . and she has no idea how to deal with all these girls”) and Amber (“She’s a flake, she’s the barista at the hottest coffee shop in Aspen, and she serves up gossip even hotter than grande skim lattes”).
So how does Shaw, a 40-year-old man, know how to write like a 17-year-old girl? “I dug deep,” he says.
Only fooling.
The Aspen Daily News issued a funny April Fools’ Day edition, reporting that the paper was folding, Lance Armstrong was running for mayor, and the gates of hell were actually discovered in the private Caribou Club.
“The ‘cool’ people in Aspen frequent the Caribou Club for a ‘hot’ time but few realize just how sweltering it can get down there,” the story begins. “The revelation that the doorway to the devil’s lair is in the 81611 ZIP code helps explain the dozens of washed-up celebrities who have gone missing over the years. Many assumed they had come to Aspen to die, and were just keeping a low profile, but, seriously, when was the last time you saw Donald Trump doing the lawn-mower on the Caribou dance floor?”
It’s actually easier to get into hell than the Caribou itself — and impossible to get out. And that explains why no one has seen Mariah Carey in a while.
City spirit.
Oprah’s people are in town this week interviewing Columbine folks. . . . Fundraiser for longtime Denver server Wendy Bervy (Del Frisco’s, Broker, Bay Wolf) at Piatti on Monday night — cancer, no insurance. . . . The local band-battle Almost Famous Finals are tonight at Herman’s Hideaway. . . . Sez who: “The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.” William McFee
Bill Husted’s column appears Sunday, Tuesday and Friday. You can reach him at 303-954-1486 or bhusted@ . Take a peek at Husted’s next column at blogs.denverpost .
