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by Briana Affen
on Fri, Feb 25, 2011 at 11:09 AM
Oscar's party.
This Sunday, even if you haven’t seen a single Oscar-nominated film, chances are you’ll be watching the awards anyway—perhaps while following our semi-beloved film editor Mark Asch’s live tweets, which should be a refreshing alternative to the frantic facebook statuses (OMFG JAMES FRANCO IS SO H0T!!!!) you’re bound to see. Great advances in technology mean you can read and re-tweet outside of your home and take a break from your pet/roommate/parent/parole officer who doesn’t care what witty things you have to say. There are a few great bars and restaurants holding viewing parties, and if nothing else, this means plenty of drink specials.
Sunset Park's futuristic waterfront recycling plant. It only exists in the future.
The rest of the Gowanus is green from toxic sludge, but there's something "green" going on at the canal's mouth, where the big empty lot jutting out into Gowanus Bay from the Sunset Park waterfront at the end of 29th Streetlooks vacant, but is actually in the process of being raised by four feet and, by December 2011 (fingers crossed!) it will be the gleaming, glowing structure above, the Sims Municipal Recycling Facility.
Exactly a week after his debut novel,The Gospel of Anarchy, was released by Harper Perennial, Justin Taylor met me at the Housing Works café and bookstore to discuss activism, religion, politics, being a writer in Brooklyn, and the complexities of his novel about a group of progressive punk anarchist-Christians in Gainesville, Florida searching for meaning in a spiritually void culture at the turn of the millennium.
Since there are so many young writers living in Brooklyn, do you feel any competitiveness, or more collaboration and encouragement? Or do you not feel there’s a scene and feel isolated from all this? I think the middle one. When you’re actually sitting there writing, you’re by yourself. You’re not think about your peers, you’re not thinking about a scene, you’re not thinking about what’s going on in your kitchen, I’m mean you’re just alone and, hopefully, immersed in the work. But the rest of the time, maybe some friendly competition, but for the most part people that are here are really happy to have fellow travelers, and a community of peers and colleagues, people who will come hear you read and people who you’ll go hear read.
Adorable refugee children, a popular source of Oscar gold.
Hey, it’s Mutual Oscarbation, our awards season feature in which Benjamin Sutton and Henry Stewart find out during what sorts of short films Academy members are helping traumatized soldiers sandbag international schools against terrorists and toxic floodwaters. In this, their final week, they resent the exploitation of refugee children in theBest Documentary Short Filmcategory.
SUTTON: Henry, I think this is the strongest category we've examined this Oscar season. More powerful and focused than the necessarily broad Best Picture noms, less pompous (mostly) than the preeningactingcontenders, and not too reliant on children and childlike creatures to hook audiences—as in the live-action and animated shorts—the short docs (especially the three best) are arresting and compelling, highly specific in their stories yet incredibly affecting.
Nobody knows that MoMA is free on Friday evenings, right?
It's hard to remember when New York City museums hold their various free, discounted and by donation days/evenings/weeks. MoMA is free Friday from 4-8pm except it's always crazy packed, the New Museum is free on Thursday evenings (like tonight!) from 7-9pm, ICP is by donation Friday from 5-8pm, and the Brooklyn Museum is free all day on the first Saturday of every month, right? Right! So says the extremely helpful new single-function site I Heart NY Museums, which maps, spreadsheets and lists all the pertinent info for museums and other attractions in the city. Never mistakenly turn up expecting to get in for free and end up paying for art again! (Hyperallergic, Photo)
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by Briana Affen
on Thu, Feb 24, 2011 at 3:34 PM
I love guacamole so much that sometimes I just eat it by the forkful (as shown), so on March 6th I’m clearing my calendar and putting on my fat pants for Nacho NY’s Brooklyn Guacamole Crawl at 5 Burro Café, Alma and Calexico, all in the Carroll Gardens/Columbia Street Waterfront District region.
Following on the success of its Dick Chicken!-curated street art installation during Art Basel Miami back in December (pictured), Armory Week satellite fair Fountain New York will be doing the same (or similar) when it takes over Pier 66 and the Frying Pan next week for its sixth annual installment.
Oscar time is upon us, and just as I am honor-bound to offer the disclaimer that obviously the Oscars don't matter all that much, I am also required to tell you what I think of the categories where I feel like I know something about who will, should, and should've been able to win. This is long, so enough with the introductions:
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by Josh Kurp
on Thu, Feb 24, 2011 at 1:02 PM
The last time Beach House was in New York, they were opening for The National at Prospect Park. That was back in July of 2010, four months after the release of Teen Dream. Although the album would end up being my favorite of the year, there was something off about the concert. Victoria Legrand, the most bewitching of lead singers, admitted as much last night when, referring to a show Beach House performed in last spring at Webster Hall, she said, “Everything feels totally different,” before launching into “Used to Be.” It’s true: they’re not the same they used to be.
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by Mark Asch
on Thu, Feb 24, 2011 at 11:16 AM
Alison Espach, who lives in Fort Greene, has just publishedThe Adults, her first novel, from which she reads at Greenlight on Monday evening.
For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what’s the most accurate thing someone else has said about it? “There’s too much sex in it.” -My mother.
Prospect Park West is currently ground zero in the Brooklyn Bike Wars (replacing Bedford Avenue in years past), but the next bike lane battleground might be Lafayette Avenue. The Fort Greene Patch reports that the city's Department of Transportation has determined that a bike lane would be an effective traffic-calming device for Lafayette—not to mention making some room for all those cyclists, author included, who take Lafayette to get from Downtown Brooklyn and Fort Greene to points East.
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by Justin Stewart
on Thu, Feb 24, 2011 at 8:58 AM
Film Forum's weeklong salute to Al Pacino's indelible 70s performances ends tonight with two screenings of the 1973 road flick Scarecrow, the earlier of which will be introduced by director Jerry Schatzberg.
"I'm gonna have that carwash, and a deep freezer full of steaks, and ass!" declares Gene Hackman's Max. The film's ambitions are just as uncomplicated. His plan is to open up a carwash in Pittsburgh, where he's been sending money to a savings account, with newfound friend Francis (Al Pacino), whom he meets while both are trying to hitchhike the same backwater California road. Max takes his scheme seriously, proven by his pages of notes and readiness with details about the plastic pipes and soft brushes they'll be using. Francis, a former sailor who is more ambiguously adrift, is content to make Max laugh and cocoon himself in a dominant personality, though he insists they stop off in Detroit so he can deliver a lamp to a son or daughter he's never met, and maybe reconcile with the woman he abandoned.
As the folks living near the High Line know, if you're going to have a really expensive park in your neighborhood you're going to pay for it one way or another (but, hey, property values go up!). There they have a tax and a business improvement district to help foot the bill on the city's most expensive park, something officials behind the quickly, fancily expanding Brooklyn Bridge Park had planned to avoid by building condos on park property, but now local groups are proposing other options to pay the park's $16 million annual maintenance costs.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Feb 23, 2011 at 3:43 PM
Last week, tax officials took possession of Scalino, an Italian restaurant on 10th Street and Seventh Avenue and a neighborhood favorite, affixing their notorious orange SEIZED notice to its front windows. The owner had neglected to pay over $200,000 in sales taxes, but soon struck a deal that allowed the restaurant to reopen days after it had been locked shut.
Tax officials, meanwhile, moved on to their next target.
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by Mark Asch
on Wed, Feb 23, 2011 at 2:51 PM
The best part thing about the Oscars, obviously, is the running commentary from you and your preferred couch-mates. It's in that spirit, then, that we invite you to follow along with me, the L's film editor, and perhaps some guests (or at least retweets), this Sunday night beginning at 8pm, for some live-tweeting of the Academy Awards over at @LMagFilm. If years past are any indication, I will probably get really animated during the In Memoriam montage, 140 characters at a time.
And, thanks to the Library of Congress, all of our one-liners will be perpetually preserved in posterity/the harsh light of day and sobriety.
On Friday night large groups of artists descended on Bushwick—or, rather, stepped outside their studios and walked a couple blocks to nearby DIY, artist-run galleries—for the fifth Beat Nite, an evening-long event organized by Jason Andrew of Norte Maar and Storefront in the style of Dumbo's "First Thursdays," Williamsburg's "Second Fridays" and every Thursday in Chelsea. Friday's Beat Nite was very well-attended (even the cops came out), and though a couple spaces were missing from the ten-gallery roster, there were also two brand new spaces (Curbs and Stoops, and Fortress to Solitude). See (almost) all of them in this epic photo tour...
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Feb 23, 2011 at 1:09 PM
I was a quasi-regular at O'Connor's until 2008, when Mike Maher bought it from the O'Connor family and let go of some of the beloved bartenders. In the intervening years, Maher has, apparently, been quietly fixing the bar up, in preparation for an enormous expansion: soon, Maher will unveil a bar three times its old size, the blog Here's Park Slope reports, including "a huge back room, a kitchen, and a second floor with an outdoor beer garden."
In the back room Maher is building a stage, and he hopes to feature live music. Wait—O'Connor's Backroom, featuring live bands? Sounds like Maher is building the new Freddy's. But is he?
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by Jeff Klingman
on Wed, Feb 23, 2011 at 12:19 PM
Julianna Barwick’s voice has taken her all over the world. Looped and layered to ecstatic heights, the Brooklyn singer/songwriter continues to utilize her vocals in a more experimentally dedicated way than anyone else currently making music in the borough. Her serene, transporting music has lead to opening spots across Europe for bold-faced names like Panda Bear and The Dirty Projectors, as well as gigs at most of New York City’s best-known venues. Not bad for a performer working only with a microphone and a couple pieces of gear small enough to be safely stowed away in a Honda Accord’s glove-box.
In a momentary lull from a near-constant cycle of recording and touring, we chatted with Barwick via e-mail about her (BNM'd) new record, The Magic Place (out this week on Asthmatic Kitty) and the continued evolution of her singular live show.
A suite of three large, glimmering, gilded chandeliers dangled lightweightily above a handsomely quiet, reserved, attentive crowd last Tuesday in a rather majestic, high-tastefully neoclassical salone in the American Academy in Rome’s Manhattan quarters, where a seasoned audience of readers, writers, translators and scholars had gathered to pay homage to famed Italian poet and Nobel laureate Eugenio Montale through variably voiced, bilingual readings of a thusly doubled couple dozen poems, more or less, culled from several of the writer’s most renowned collections.
The calm run of the evening ebbed and flowed, one might say, like a versified sentence.