It's magical, this thing we call summer; in February, streetwalking without draping ourselves in layers of animal skins and furs was merely a dream-like memory from some distant planet where people comfortably stood in tandem with nature, with toned skin and sun-kissed hair kindly coexisting with gentle warmth and light breezes. That meteorological oasis is nowhere to be found in present-day Chicago, but perhaps the spell of Mira Billotte and her White Magic will shroud us with an aural sense of it this Saturday, July... (read more)

Artists in this story: White Magic