Nouraee tweets about the serious to the absurd. He’s the city’s premier microculture critic, with his tongue firmly planted in cheek.
Hosted by the Krewe of the Grateful Gluttons, the parade features hundreds of giant puppets, light sculptures, lanterns and glow sticks, and thousands of cheering spectators along its route.
His Decatur restaurant is in its fifth year, and Billy Allin’s menus are ever more poetic love letters to vegetables.
Adams has rightfully made a name for himself as the man behind the lens of Atlanta Street Fashion, an addictive blog for which he scours the city to find the most stylish locals.
As the High’s Fred and Rita Richman Curator of African Art, Carol Thompson has invested in exhibitions that garner national acclaim.
Caroline Mae Heidenreich concocts her gowns, ready-to-wear jackets, and pants out of vintage military supplies like parachutes and mosquito nets.
The anonymous artist Catlanta engages fans in scavenger hunt–as–art intrigue. He sends out clues for “kitten drops” via social media, then followers try to grab one before they run out.
We knew something was up when it seemed every photographer and fashion editor we work with mentioned the same name: Jenn Jones.
Harrelson’s meticulous technique results in hair color that moves, shines, and looks unbelievably natural.
As District Two city councilman, Hall was present on multiple social media platforms. We’re seeing a rise in social politics, and Hall is leading Atlanta’s way. Like.
This prolific scribe (five novels and six picture books) tackles serious subjects like divorce and interfaith family life with equal parts pathos and humor.
Formed while still at Decatur High School, Lucy Dreams puts on a breathtaking stage show. In quieter moments they evoke the meditative landscapes of Ride and the rustic harmonies of My Morning Jacket.
In February 2011, Graham founded the Atlanta Underground Market, a monthly pop-up food gathering featuring talented cooks and artisans.
This Cabbagetown resident’s got the growl of Howlin’ Wolf and the swagger of Otis Redding packed into his skinny, tatted-up, white-boy frame.
Paris is a magician of an aesthetician, able to create the illusion of symmetry with pain-free waxing and a little adroit tweezing.
Most mixologists skew heavily toward flash and fashion, but Paul Calvert concocts libations that blend tradition and innovation with a splash of intuition.