For the Richmond we know, “fancy” doesn’t belong to the country club set. It doesn’t sip cocktails under chandeliers or care much about matching buttons. Here, fancy has dirt on its boots and glitter in its hair. It shows up to a protest in drag. It haunts the streets...
In mid-September, I spent four very long days down at the RVA Street Art Festival, a public celebration of many talented Richmond-based artists (read the original article here), and I learned a lot about a scene and culture that previously I knew next to nothing...