This 110-foot-wide hole, punched into one of Chicago’s best neighborhoods, represents nearly a decade of dashed architectural dreams. Recently, developers gave up trying to build on it, and have started building hills to hide it from the sight of angry neighbors.
Buildings were evacuated in downtown Chicago this afternoon as 69-mph wind gusts whipped glass out of under-construction skyscrapers, smashing them into nearby buildings and shattering them onto streets below.
His colorful name—Mandeville Zenge—was memorable, but the lurid horror of his 1935 crime eclipsed all other details in the newspaper articles that eagerly chronicled it. He was the jilted corner of a love triangle, and he exacted revenge on his rival’s manhood ... using a pen-knife.
It was a Sunday in October 1955 when three Chicago boys (from left in the photo: Robert Peterson, 14; John Schuessler, 13; and his brother, Anton, 11) decided to venture downtown for a matinee. Peterson’s mother helped them pick out a film (Disney doc The African Lion) and sent them on their way. They never returned.
A murder is tragic enough on its own. But when a killer carefully leaves some kind of calling card at the scene — like words scrawled on a wall — the act accrues even more horror. Everybody knows the Manson Family did it. But the message attributed to Chicago’s “Lipstick Killer” was just as terrifying.
If you didn’t know what to look for, you might miss it completely. But from the air—or from Google Earth—it’s impossible to overlook: A gaping, 76-foot-deep hole that has sat abandoned since the 2008 financial crisis.
Behold, as otters and penguins at Chicago's Shedd Aquarium enjoy their custom-frozen V-Day treats. And the good people at Shedd filmed it, so that even the darkest hearts could find a reason to melt juuuuust a little on this most polarizing of holidays.
George Lucas has been trying to open a museum to house his personal collection of art and movie memorabilia for awhile now; last June, Chicago beat out San Francisco for hosting duties. Now, it seems a third city may in the running: Los Angeles.
In 1982, six adults and one 12-year-old girl died of cyanide poisoning in Chicago after taking capsules of Extra Strength Tylenol. The person responsible has never been found. Here's how this terrifying crime changed the pharmaceutical industry.
Remember all that snow Chicago was supposed to get today? It's 41°F and raining right now. Forecasts were always honest that it might not snow, but seeing the potential for up to six inches of snow on Christmas Eve vanish in a cold, dreary rain is still a shock to the system. Here's why that happened.
As is tradition on St. Patrick's Day, the Irish-loving folks of Chicago turn the color of their river into a brilliant shade of green. But why watch it in real-time when you can see the whole thing done-up in fast motion?
Travel back in time with this interactive map of New York, which lets you take a spyglass to any part of the city and uncover what that circle of space looked like in 1836.
For every existent building in your city, there are a dozen that never came to be. Some plans were abandoned for good reasons (see: LA's 5,000-foot skyscraper), others were abandoned because of legal and financial quandaries. Either way, these forgotten drawings show us what we could've had.
Ever enjoy the ritual of absinthe tasting? You combine sugar cubes, fire, and ice water to make the licorice-flavored beverage palatable. What if absinthe lacked any of these interesting additives? You would be left with malört — a harsh, extremely unpalatable beverage with an hour-long bitter aftertaste.
Although he was last seen teaching Archaeology 101 at Marshall College, it appears that Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr. still has a mailbox at his alma mater. The above package arrived earlier this week to the confusion of the University of Chicago staff and the general delight of the universe at large:
On November 22, 1987, Chicago-area Doctor Who fans experienced a crossover with Max Headroom that would go down in the history books. The only problem? Neither show had signed up for this clash of universes, and Max ended up getting his naked ass smacked on a PBS station.
If you live in the greater Chicago area, you could be a background extra in Zack Snyder's Man of Steel. Maybe you'll be forced to kneel before Zod, maybe you'll just stare up in the sky like a slack-jawed Metropolite.
On the streets of Chicago, a savvy telephone-pole huckster was selling Rapture-jets to circumvent God's plan of Hoovering only the pious up to Heaven. For $50K, you can beat the system! Stick it to the bearded man on a cloud!