It's my understanding that Willie Terry has died, but I haven't found confirmation yet. I remember…read morefeeling a bit uncomfortable the first time I saw him. After my sense of humor recovered, I was glad to see him out there. He was a fixture there on the corner for so many years. There's more info about him at https://wesleywhatwhat.wordpress.com/2009/05/01/going-backpacking-i-a-few-hours-but-i-had-to-share-this-documentary-on-bicycle-shorts-man-on-ponce/amp/ The first video is missing the audio - a copy of the video with audio can be found at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11fK6TmM6mU

I always enjoyed getting a smile from Willie everyone I got stuck at Ponce and Briarcliff. He will…read morebe missed.

An amazing night of art. You can't be disappointed…read more There was this weird chick standing on the sidewalk though, and it was as if she had been caught in this square pyramid made of chicken wire about 4 feet in height. To clarify, she was standing up, and this piece of hardware only reached to about her waist, and her arms were tangled in it. Moving on.... She kept saying in this ominous voice, "Come look in the mirrooooor". Over and over. The repetition was eerily monotone. So of course, I went to go over to look in the mirror. Low and behold, upon looking down at the mirror placed on the ground, I was able to view a fairly graphic angle of this woman's unmentionables. (call me if you want the details) Oh Atlanta. I love you. Also, like I mentioned at the top, there were some very cool art installations, and you can walk around with an open container, so bring a 6 pack and split it with a friend.

Like the Big Chicken, Coca Cola, and the Bicycle Shorts Man, Blondie is an Atlanta institution…read more Big, brassy, buxom and not afraid to, um, let it all hang out, Blondie is like a black Mae West with restraint issues. Blondie and the Clermont Lounge are usually inseparable, but if relative newcomer Baton Bob deserves his own Yelp page, so does Blondie. She's been dancing here longer than you've probably been alive. She danced to the flickering glow of Sherman's smoldering Atlanta. The continents drifted apart and yet she still danced. Like a force of nature, Blondie's been dancing since the beginning of time. Poet, comic book super hero, stripper extraordinaire, Blondie is faster than a speeding Jager shot, more powerful than an aluminum beer can. A true Renaissance woman, if Leonardo da Vinci crushed beer cans with his breasts (and who says he didn't?), he would still pale in comparison to our own Blondie. So bask in Blondie's glory, each and every one of you, for the tide is nigh. I urge all you aspiring Bumsteads to go ahead and purchase an angry, angry lap dance. For then, and only then, will you truly see the face of God. Seen most likely through a detached retina.

BEWARE working here. Especially if you're a talented, high earning dancer. There are THIEVES…read moreamongst the staff. You might as well strap your money bag to your forehead!!!!! The second it's out of your sight (i.e. while you're on stage), they will strike. Go to a club that actually has poles for a real Atlanta vibe. The floors in the club are always stained and sticky and the ladies bathroom floor is consistently covered in mystery liquid. The dancers also have a disgusting habit of peeing in the dressing room trash can. Also, every security guard besides Dee is virtually useless. You're welcome.

Not everything is top notch but that's part of the beauty of freedom of expression. Various skill…read morelevels are represented and I'd venture to say if you keep coming back month after month you can see spraypainters develop their skills in real time. Without the graffiti this would be just another dank, gray, slightly sinister or drably boring traffic tunnel with vehicles choking pedestrians with exhaust. But now you get spray can fumes added to the mix! A couple people have also said urine stench. I didn't happen to smell that on my two trips on my southern sojourn but I believe it offends nostrils at times. I did see a homeless person who I tried not to disturb as well. That's life in a big city though. The Ann Arbor graffiti alley back home sometimes gets the homeless and sometimes you might smell piss there, especially in one certain spot. I'd venture to say you'd get both those things with or without graffiti and the stream of artists and onlookers might even have some looking for bushes nearby instead of relieving themselves here. I spotted lots of young people going to and from bars on a weekend night. I'm sure lots of weed is smoked here and tons of pictures are taken. How many pictures would be taken here without the graffiti? And right around the corner at one end is a massive wall stretching for I don't know how long covered with huge colorful murals for as far as I walked. So, hey, legal murals are represented, too and a nice primer on "graffiti vs. street art" is there for anyone to take in. This here tunnel probably keeps more than a few malcontents from tagging any of those murals. Local color aplenty here and it's constantly changing. I think I like it better than the Ann Arbor graffiti alley though my sample size here is admittedly small, just a couple nights in February 2026 as opposed to dozens of trips stretching over a few years in Ann Arbor.

This might be a review about the tunnel but you need to make it to Wylie st and walk that so that…read moreyou can immerse yourself in more art. The tunnel is amazing and a space for any and all to make art! Take your can or paint and make your art. Art is nothing if not shared!!

Telstar Is a massive metallic statues of a gigantic soccer ball located on the side exterior of…read moreMercedes Benz stadium in Atlanta Georgia. Home of the Atlanta falcon so I'm not sure the ties to soccer but me and my buddies came across this awesome and massive public art sculpture when walking into the stadium before watching out hometown Lousiville cardinals play a football game. Like just about everything at Mercedes Benz stadium this is very extravagant and passes the eyeball test. Cool piece of public art at a really cool stadium.

Cool looking sculpture that we saw while we were visiting the atlanta falcons stadium. It is a…read moremassive looking ball that is outside the stadium. Cool to check out and to see.

Quality/Quantity - What a cool neighborhood, no need to go…read moreto the "Mural Walk" a mile away. See other Yelp. So much art, murals, etc. See pictures. Plenty of good places to eat or drink also, see Yelp. Entertainment, events; see website. One event highlight is their Halloween Parade. BTW - I like these websites better: https://discoveratlanta.com/explore/neighborhoods/eastside/little-five-points/ https://discoveratlanta.com/search/?search=little+five+points#gsc.tab=0&gsc.q=little%20five%20points&gsc.page=1 Parks, etc. We did not visit. After Little Five Points, we walked to Ponce Market; see other Yelp review. And came across a bamboo forest, see picture. Atmosphere - See above. We only encountered an aggressive panhandler. But it was my fault for walking into an abandoned parking lot to see the art in the VERY back. Be safe. We did also see two guys (from different) directions approach another couple when we were going to the local Starbucks. See other review. Again, be safe. Service - Self service. Price - Free, also depends on what you buy, eat, or drink. Owner Comment - What a cool neighborhood, thank you.

Little Five Points was a regular destination back in the 90s when visiting Atlanta. Favorite places…read moreto frequent were LFP, the High Museum of Art, and the Lowe Gallery. LFP is eclectic, hippy-ish, and back then had a Rocky's pizza location that we loved! I liked perusing the independent bookstores and vintage clothing shops especially Junkman's Daughter. It reminds me of a more walkable [and more quirky] Highland Park in Birmingham, AL. Give LFP a visit and engage your inner hippie!

I have seen the future and the future is filled with robot bathrooms. You've seen the green little…read morebuilding at the corner of Charles Allen and 10th St. If it's sunny, there's a line of people, some curious gawkers, others dancing the always recognizable pee-pee dance. What kind of E-Ticket curiosity could lead to such a line? Are they queuing up for Hannah Montana tickets? Perhaps a Disneyesque ride? My friends, they're lining up to see the frakin' robot bathroom. The ominous silver door slides open, Star Trek-style, to reveal a high-tech room where touching surfaces is pared down to a minimum. Of course, I did notice the signs were all in braille which found me pitying the poor blind guy who's got to feel his way around the walls of a public bathroom. Nevertheless, the door slides open where you are greeted with a gentle, but prodding metallic voice commanding you to press the blue button and shut the door. You have 20 seconds to comply. Once the door is closed, the disembodied robot bathroom voice informs you that you have ten minutes to do your business. Programmed as such, no loitering or heroin fixes here. No sex either, but only because I wouldn't know what to do with the other eight minutes. Blue buttons abound within this iron giant. Press this for toilet paper. Press this for paper towels. Press this to find Sarah Connor. The strains of Burt Bacharach's "What the World Needs Now" (no lie) float through the air as you face the stainless steel Fiesta Bowl. Similarly, the sink is a stainless steel indentation in the wall that selectively spurts out soap, water and hot air, depending on your hand placement. The toilet flushes either when you start washing your hands or when the door opens to let you out. Yes, depending on when the toilet flushes, the line outside will know if you washed your hands, so wash those filthy things, Skippy. We know where they've been. Press the blue button to let yourself out. Make sure to stand facing the door when it slides open and ask the crowd outside, "Excuse me, is this the sixth floor?" They love that, especially the guy whose been waiting for 15 minutes doing the pee-pee dance two people back. Every few visitors or so, the door will stay shut for an extended period of time (a few minutes) while the bathroom (or at least the toilet) cleans itself. I think that's what was happening at least. It was either doing that, or it was plotting the destruction of the human race. Robots are like that, you know. So flying cars and jet packs? Not yet. Moon bases and time travel? Not quite. But the future of robot bathroom technology is right here in Piedmont Park. And it is beautiful. End of line.

You don't realize how fantastic a robot bathroom is until you've lived through a festival season…read more Weekend after weekend, you learn to hold your breath as you're forced to succumb to portapotties that have been in the sun for 8 hours and have been used by all walks of life. Trust me when I say that it isn't fun, especially when you're on the 7th or 8th weekend in a row. When there's a festival at Piedmont Park, you're in luck. The Robot Bathroom will likely have a line, but it's worth it. The seat is cleaned after each patron. There's room to move about. It has light and a full length mirror. But best of all? AIR CONDITIONING. Thank you, Robot Bathroom, for providing a quick 5 minute non-stinky respite for those of us who need it. You don't know how nice it is to have a place where you can reapply your lipstick in quiet, cool peace after 6 hours in the blazing sun.

Was out in Atlanta for a few days and this help me fill my time and exposed me to more of Atlanta…read more The great thing is there's a bunch of them typically close by to each other so you can hit more than one as you take a nice little leisurely stroll. The only downside is that one is inside the Atlantic Aquarium, good reason to visit, another is in the Botanical Garden, worth the visit. And if you don't read the map correctly, you may go to one that's out of service and being repaired.

This is one of Atlanta's great 'secrets' there are quite a few artists that have a hide and seek…read morequality and Tiny Doors is a great one. Really intricately crafted entrances. This is a great thing for children, it sparks the imagination in such a beautiful and positive way.

Over in the Old Fourth Ward, on the corner of Highland Ave. and Glenn Iris, sits an art…read moreinstallation created by an award-winning, internationally-recognized artist. A sculpture of such awe-inspiring wonder, only one thing crosses the mind when viewing it. That word? Craptacular. OK, I know art is subjective and that in its purest form, it exists to elicit a reaction from the admirer, creating a symbiotic relationship between the viewer and the viewed. This convergence of piece, person, and cultural context became even more of a focal point following the paradigmatic shift from Romanticism to Modernism. Thus, a modern piece as the Fifty-Four Columns is meant to reflect a sense of place contextualized by the ever dynamic skyline of Atlanta looming in the background; this juxtaposition is even more striking in a changing neighborhood such as the Old Fourth Ward. I also understand that public art is about the democratization of art, improving its access to all in order to generate a sense of community in this increasingly transient world. That said, this piece both sucks AND blows. In fact, for the longest time, I thought it was an abandoned construction site for a new loft complex a developer just never got around to finishing. I've flushed better art than this. So apologies to the artist, Sol le Witt, if this wasn't your intended response. You can submit your own review if you want. And to those of you walking the trails of Freedom Park, go ahead and check the, um, art out. At least now you know what it's called.

So I've heard about this cyclopean travesty of non-euclidean geometry for quite some time. I was…read moreparalyzed with gibbering fear at the thought of this otherworldy abomination. My fear was justified. I only hope I can warn the rest of you in time. What has been seen cannot be unseen. How was this thing selected? I suspect this is the result of a long strange trip involving hookers and blow, and when the haze wore off, the tiny remaining budget was spent on cinder blocks and day laborers and "fuel" to justify how the resulting columns are the true artistic expression of the clay, that the artist was powerless to prevent this metamorphasis. How many tax dollars were wasted on this "sculpture"? How much is wasted every year to maintain and paint them? $7,500 for the last paint job in 2009 and its already peeling. This is the sort of thing that makes cutting public funding of the arts a great target.