D Magazine February 2007

A sleeping baby and other reasons to skip church.

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There’s no need to buy a box of pre-packaged, preservative-packed chocolates for your sweetheart. These local shops make it fresh. Oh, yes.

Sometimes people name their kids after our fair city. And it’s a big name—our city is called “Big D” for goodness’ sake—so it’s a lot to live up to. Here are eight fine folks named Dallas who are up to the task.

You’ve probably never heard of Katherine Brewer—or her company, Geomap—unless you’re pumping billions of dollars of natural gas out of North Texas. And she’d like to keep it that way.

Dress up your denim with dazzling diamonds and sparkling stones.

Denim’s come a long way since the 1800s, when Levi Strauss first introduced the sturdy fabric to miners and other hard laborers.

Cushy accommodations and spa treatments for two make for a romantic escape in Baja.

You want to strike it really, really rich? Stop what you’re doing and start a $10 billion hedge fund.

The Nasher and the DMA partner for the first time for an unprecedented exhibit about Matisse.

Justin Richard Griffith, aka GOAT, raps about things he would never teach his elementary students.

Hotel dining rooms, like University Park’s Social, are once again hip and happening places to dine.

At the Mansion on Turtle Creek, the lobster taco and tortilla soup remain, but will diehard Dean Fearing fans keep this fine dining room filled?

Why Dallas’ intelligentsia read Allen Gwinn’s web site.

People willing to work go where the jobs are. Dallas has jobs.

In the age of the producer, one of the best lives here unnoticed.

If lighting designers do their jobs well, you’ll never notice them.

An SMU prof discovers what kids really learn in public schools.

As in blue jeans. Here’s the latest scoop about local denim.

A look at where, and why, the elite meet to eat at Bob’s.