Arts & Culture

“There will definitely be some thrashing and head banging and good ol’ spontaneous banter—just a heavy non-stop night of GROUPLOVE. If you are there, you are a part of it.”

The Hoosiers film crew couldn’t get quite enough warm bodies to fill the stands at Hinkle Fieldhouse for the championship game scenes, so they fudged with creative camera angles.

The Cali boy isn’t afraid of color or pattern, loves his Christian Louboutin studded shoes, and cleans up extremely well.

Month of May festivities will ramp up to performances by rockers Sammy Hagar and Sublime With Rome, followed by the eardrum-shaking beats of NERVO, Dillon Francis, and Hardwell in the infield during the Indy 500 race itself.

New acts go on every five to 10 minutes at this charity-aiding showcase that also serves as an ADD-addled arts lover’s dream.

From @meggiehd: “OMG! I just saw Arya from Game of Thrones at circle centre!!! We made eye contact. We are obviously besties”

“If you spill that on my costume, I’m leaving you here,” said a man in Halo armor to his friend wielding a slushy.

“I feel like we are doing this by ourselves and fighting a losing battle,” says Rev. Charles Harrison.

“I really want people to know how my story started and the values and hard work that I embody,” he says. “A lot of my friends are from these amazing mountain towns. I want people to know that where I come from, it’s different. I hope it says something about my character.”

“It will be a great experience for all of us to join together in community for a goal—equality and acceptance,” says Fever player Layshia Clarendon.

Don’t feel bad for him, as—like any good, swift safety—he deftly turned and signed with the 49ers for $23 million. It was as if he sang “Don’t cry for me, Indianapolis” about the matter on Twitter.

“Soccer, whether it’s an inferiority complex or whatever, has never had the traditional media platforms,” says team president Peter Wilt. “To finally have one like that in Indiana is unique.”

The Slaughterhouse-Five building inspired the title of what is arguably Kurt Vonnegut’s most famous work. In 1945, he was in its basement when the Allies rained bombs down on Dresden in World War II.

From @TheJennaBee: “‘There’s nothing wrong with ladies playing basketball. I just don’t want to see it.’ – very single guy next to me.”

This much Matthew Reed believes: After seeing the ball of light through his windshield, and before waking up alongside a country road, he was abducted by extraterrestrials. And as implausible as that might sound, it wasn’t the first time.