A national obsession with the supernatural has led to sinister locales like Satan Hill, Lucifer Falls, Mount Evil, and Lake Chaos.
The Rube Goldbergian "mobile foundry" smelts aluminum cans into helpful objects for your butt.
Plastic Jesus has a simple message: stop making stupid people famous.
Officials are already cutting bells and whistles from Zaha Hadid's bold stadium proposal to avoid runaway costs.
A teenaged Hughes rented an attic room, where he cooked himself hot dogs and rice and wrote for his high school literary magazine.
Are designers preoccupied with making artistic statements rather than spaces where people would actually want to be?
Fifty years after its destruction, the iconic building is gone but not forgotten.
The perfect gift for the urban farmer who's trying to alienate loved ones with dumb purchases.
Everything San Francisco's Local Mission Market offers, unless it's raw, will be made in-house.
The singer has a new autobiography out, and it turns out the Pope of Mope had a lot to be bummed out about in Manchester.
The city's emergency manager has approved a deal to turn scores of blighted properties into a lush green space with maple and oak trees.
A hat that says "DMZ," or even a ceramic tile with some barbed wire.
Hey, is that field staring at me?
More proof the rapper takes his self-appointed role as a Toronto booster seriously, in the form of baked goods.
For about $45, your plush bear could be better traveled than you are.
After a one-day break, the famously slippery graffiti artist lived to tag again.
Ostalgie taken to a whole other level.
These kitchen bowls were made from soil beneath the city's notoriously nasty Tenderloin neighborhood.
Protect your favorite urban bird.