This authenticity – stripped of pretension – is what my artist colleagues, at least, love about Scranton. It’s been a long slow fight, but I suspect that the tyranny of inferiority that has ignorantly insisted “it can’t be good unless it comes from NYC,” is slowly loosing its suffocating control over our creative horizons.

We are artists and we want to live here. You’d think the city natives would understand that but it’s been a hard sell. It’s simple, there’s more to life, and especially art, than money. -ag

(Richie) Piiparinen recently referenced this trend as “Rust Belt chic” in a post on the blog Rust Wire, describing its allure as “the warmth of the faded, and the edge in old iron and steel … part old-world, working culture, like the simple pleasures associated with bagged lunchmeat and beaten boots in the corner. And then there is grit, one of the main genes in the DNA of American coolness.”

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