More than 100 former Playboy Bunnies will be converging on Baltimore this weekend for a semi-annual reunion. The women worked as waitresses and hostesses in the old Playboy clubs, which were once a fixture in most large cities.
The women worked in low-cut satin leotards, bunny ears and fuzzy tails, which were handed out by a “Bunny Mother.”
This year marks the 50th anniversary of the opening of Baltimore’s Playboy club, which closed in 1977.
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"Hands up, don’t shoot" has become one of the primary rallying cries for those in Ferguson, Mo., protesting the police shooting of unarmed teenager Michael Brown last week.
The slogan has now spread to Baltimore, with a two part mural on the boarded-up back of a liquor store at the corner of East Preston Street and Greenmount Avenue. “Hands up” is on one level of the building, while a shadowy figure with arms raised is on a lower level.
Summer arrived with more than 17,000 county residents seeking work. Still, a unique employment opportunity has remained available for weeks. The Capital ran unanswered classified ads and the hiring manager is nearing desperation. Pay exceeds minimum wage. Hours are flexible. Work outdoors and deepen your tan. Oh, one more thing …
Help wanted: Lifeguards.
Location: Welcome to Pine Tree Associates, a resort nestled on 96 acres of forested hills north of Annapolis. Pine Tree is one of the country’s oldest naturist clubs. This former farmland, still with its bucolic charm, was converted in the 1930s by families with a shared hobby. Today, there are shady campsites and grassy lawns, a sauna and an outdoor pool. Naturist means nudist.
Baltimore’s most distinctive bus stop was unveiled late last month on the side of the Creative Alliance in Highlandtown. The trio of giant letters — which resemble a set piece from ”Sesame Street” — has become a favorite spot for residents to lounge or pose for photos.
"It’s hit-you-over-the-head simple, but a really elegant idea," said Bill Gilmore, executive director of the Baltimore Office of Promotion & the Arts, an organizer of the project, which brought European artists to a transit stop in each of the city’s three arts districts. The initiative was funded with a $130,000 grant from the European Union National Institutes for Culture and $200,000 from ArtPlace America, Gilmore said.
Ask.fm, the anonymous question and answer-based social network linked to several teenage suicides, agreed to revamp its safety procedures in a deal brokered between the site and the Maryland Attorney General’s Office.
Is J.O. Spice the red-headed but incredibly popular stepchild of crab spices?
If the crabs came from one of the area’s carryout restaurants or crab houses, more than likely the seasoning isn’t the iconic Old Bay. Chances are, it’s a seasoning mix produced in an industrial park off Sulphur Spring Road.
This is no McCormick with its giant campus in Hunt Valley and hundreds of employees. J.O. Spice Co. on Old Georgetown Road is still family run and employs a couple dozen people to produce seafood seasoning, as well as a whole line of products to spice up meat, fish and poultry.
Last night there was a sense that maybe, finally, more magical Baltimore Orioles moments are coming.
After each Ravens game, photo editors put together a “Rough Cut” over on our visual journalism blog, The Darkroom. It’s a loose edit from The Baltimore Sun’s photographic coverage of the National Football League. Fanatic fans, marching bands, cheerleaders and lots of game action are just part of the spectacle that is the NFL.
This week, photojournalists Kenneth K. Lam, Al Drago and Rachel Woolf photographed the Ravens as they beat the San Francisco 49ers 23-3 during Thursday’s pre-season game at M&T Bank Stadium.
Otakon is many things, but most of all — at least to outsiders — it’s about the costumes.
Visit the Inner Harbor over the weekend, or hang around outside nearby Oriole Park at Camden Yards, and the selection of magical girls, evil spirits, ninja warriors, faeries and Pokemen on display feels almost otherworldly.
You get a crab, and you get a crab, and you get a crab! Everybody here gets a crab!
First John Stamos, now Oprah.
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