Early this morning, a Canarsie-bound L killed a man at the Halsey Street station. The man, believed to be in his 30s, was intoxicated, MTA employees told the Post, and had jumped onto the tracks to retrieve his keys. (These kinds of death can be especially hard on the conductor.) The moral of the story is that, no matter how incredibly inconvenient it may seem, you should always ask an MTA employee for help in retrieving an item dropped onto the tracks. Especially when you're intoxicated.
Recess Activities, Inc., the Soho-based art non-profit that provides emerging artists with a street-level studio, exhibition and activity space for two- to three-month residencies, announced last week that it will expand to Brooklyn in February, in partnership with Red Hook gallery and studio space Kidd Yellin (pictured).
Hikind said...that Petersen-Overton, 26, has written several academic papers that are anti-Israeli and attempt to understand [imagine that!!] suicide bombers. Hikind told The Post that after he was alerted by students, he reviewed the proposed curriculum and saw about 50 books listed — all of which blamed Israel for problems in the region.
"Not one of them presents another point of view," Hikind said.
Students were more likely upset after being assigned to read 50 books! Brooklyn College has embarked on a craven, conspicuous cover-up in response, but this isn't the first time the college has allowed much-publicized opposition from the school's powerful pro-Israel faction to determine course at the school.
In an essay I wrote this summer, "The Evolution of the Exorcism Movie," I suggested a continuum for parsing an exorcism-movie's politics, with the Catholic conservatism of Friedkin-Blatty's ur-text at one end (in which the Devil is a horned monster from Hell), and the psychological revisionism of the 2006 German movie Requiem at the other (in which "evil," if it even exists, is more amorphous). Thanks to that import, which posits a young girl's "possession" as more likely an amalgam of epilepsy and psychosis, the exorcism movie can no longer ignore or quickly dismiss the tension between the spiritual and the medical, between demons and psychosis. The last major exorcism movie, August's The Last Exorcism, left the question as to the source of its evil—hell-spawn or nervous breakdown?—ambiguous until its final reel. I wrote that, though that reel felt disappointingly literal, I was pleased that the filmmakers "went farther than any other...yet in moving the exorcism movie away from proselytizing for Catholicism and toward a more complex vision of human suffering. Perhaps the next exorcism movie won't conclude so cravenly." But The Rite not only concludes cravenly, it opens cravenly, and stays craven in between. It doesn't just take a step back—it takes ten.
Last year Philly-based video and performance artist Jenny Drumgoole submitted a series of videos to a Philadelphia Cream Cheese recipe contest—in which women presented recipes, cooking show-style, using the popular spread. In the first (above) Drumgoole sculpts a stop-motion animated head of Rambo from 20 blocks of cream cheese. Later, a five-day cream cheese cleanse makes her numb to pain and gives her 3D vision.
Cycling on Eighth Avenue in Midtown with snow and slush everywhere on a Friday night is just about the worst situation to be in, never mind having to worry about drunk-driving sons of Bernie Madoff victims (what? yup). Around 10:15pm Friday evening 28-year-old Ricardo Gonzalez was hit by Lexus driver Clark Gettinger on Eighth Avenue near 47th Street. Gonzalez, a food deliveryman, remains in critical condition at Bellevue Hospital.
Two days after opening his big show of paintings at Paul Kasmin Gallery in Chelsea, Kenny Scharf returned to his Lower East Side mural, a popular target for graffiti writers (especially following the artist's perceived provocations).
Those kids in Staten Island's PS22 Chorus are proving to be cooler than you yet again. After already having played for President Obama and gaining the attention of Almighty Oprah before Glee ever became "a thing," the fifth-graders are taking their talent for twisting indie-rock staples into feel-good singalongs (see them do MGMT above) to this year's Academy Awards, where they'll perform the Oscar-winning song "Over the Rainbow" from The Wizard of Oz (ok, they're also known for not-so-indie songs), and, as one munchkin points out in the video below, meet Anne Hathaway, who was, like, in The Princess Diaries, duh.
Brooklyn-based gourmet grocer Union Market has just debuted new packaging for its nabe-themed coffee—designed by Pix Design, a design firm based in Manhattan (treason!) —and you'll notice that the Williamsburg Blend sports silhouettes of a kvetching Hasidic man and an awkward-looking hipster.
Manhattan’s 1st Avenue was a slush festival yesterday evening, street corners moated off by ominously wide-radius puddles, generating visions of Principal Ed Rooney going in ankle-deep and coming up just sock. Avenue A, however, was sort of tidy, merely slush-glazed and entirely navigable. They’ve really got their shit together over on Avenue A! Keep that in mind for when the next degraded foot of urban powder, which a vengeful winter god is likely preparing as I type, is thwarting your stroll downtown towards, say, Mercury Lounge. Enough show-goers had waded down that there was a modest line-up waiting outside for this very early 6:30 show, though the mass looked less formidable once lining the benches of the main space.
Brooklyn-born photographer Lorna Simpson's breathtaking new exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum is a combination of found photographs (straight from eBay), ink drawings and Simpson's self-portraits. It sounds like a lot, but its brilliance lies in Simpson's subtlety. We braved the snow to join the attractive audience at last night's opening reception.
What makes the Domino development a bigger story than any of the similar surrounding developments?
The New Domino is basically Round Two of the 2005 rezoning that led to the other huge waterfront luxury developments like the Edge and Northside Piers. Only it’s about 30 percent bigger! It’s the equivalent of about five Chrysler Buildings of new development and will completely transform Southside Williamsburg.
"The wall of the house rising above the garden was like a great yellow cliff," recounts the narrator of Truman Capote's first novel, Other Voices, Other Rooms (1948), "and patches of Virginia creeper greenly framed all its eight overlooking windows." Despite pertaining to Skully's Landing, a decrepit estate in rural Alabama, the description also fits (Virginia creeper notwithstanding) 70 Willow Street (pictured), Capote's Brooklyn Heights home between 1955 and 1965, which has been on the market since May of last year, its price just reduced by $2.1 million (from $18 million to $15.9 million). To be clear, Capote didn't own the building, but rented its garden apartment. (Brownstoner)
Back in November 2010 it was announced overnight that submissions had been taken, narrowed to two, and a winner selected (St. Ann's Warehouse) to redevelop Dumbo's long-shuttered, Civil War-era Tobacco Warehouse on Water Street. All seemed poised to continue moving swiftly, but after two lawsuits were filed against the project last week, the U.S. Justice Department has ordered the National Park Service to review the process that set the redevelopment project in motion.
"They think they'll offend us, or somehow jinx the whole thing."
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