The new East River ferry service is just about ready, but not ready enough to commit to a date after outlets that reported a June 13 launch for the service were asked to correct that information and put forth "a vague start date" sometime in June. In any case, New York Waterway is most likely less than one month away from beginning its new commuter boat trips connecting Dumbo, North Brooklyn and Long Island City to Midtown and Downtown Manhattan.
For having only been on the scene for a short amount of time, Torono production team The Weeknd have already produced an awful lot of music—the full-length House of Balloons mixtape, another six tracks that surfaced a few days ago, one of which was was demo for Drake, and now another brand new one, the uncharacteristically stark, acoustic guitar-based "Rolling Stone." It's an effective showcase for singer Abel Tesfaye's rich, powerful warble of a voice, which is only just now really reminding me of Tracy Chapman. Though if I recall correctly, Ms. Chapman never sang lines like, "With a handful of beans and a chest full of weed, got me singing 'bout a bitch while I'm blowing out with steam," or whatever it is he says there.
On a recent rainy Friday, The L's art, makeup, fashion, styling and television departments took Jenny Slate to the Brooklyn Museum. She looked at art, tried on some clothes, and did her best to stay on a surly security guard's good side—easy to do since she's frigging hilarious.
To further spread the Impossibly Funky gospel, Mike White is taking to the road this summer and bringing with him some of his favorite movies, beginning this Friday at 92YTribeca, where he’ll be screening George Armitage’s 1990 PI flick Miami Blues and Jim Sherman’s 1981 Rocky Horror sequel Shock Treatment. And next Wednesday, he’ll be invading the reRun with Greydon Clark’s 1976 cult classic Black Shampoo. For more information about the book tour, visit Impossibly Funky online. White spoke with us over email earlier this month.
Today, anyone and their cousin can go online and find any number of alternative film websites or even start their own—but back in 1994 you were forging new territory. Was there much of an indie film zine culture when CdC started? Any other mags that you could look to for inspiration?
When I started CdC, it felt like the heyday of film zines. There were some great ones out there: Mike Accomando’s Dreadful Pleasures, Mike Plante’s Cinemad… So why not join the other Mikes with my own brand of mayhem? I got my greatest jolts of inspiration from Colin Geddes’s Asian Eye, Rich Osmond’s Teenage Rampage, and Steve Puchalski’s Shock Cinema. Those were the zines to which I aspired.
While Slopers sue the city over the Prospect Park West bike lane, cyclists are preparing a suit of their own in response to the NYPD's new efforts to enforce traffic laws for bike-riders, and a bunch of made-up rules that aren't actual laws.
After the departure of Jeffrey Deitch for Los Angeles and the MOCA directorship in 2009, two vets of his Soho gallery Deitch Projects—Kathy Grayson and Meghan Coleman—took it upon themselves to continue in that vein of large-scale, project-driven and aggressively hip gallery by starting The Hole. That gallery launched in Soho, and has been dormant for the better part of a year, but will reopen at 312 Bowery with an exhibition by FriendsWithYou on June 9.
"This is great news for the community," Councilwoman Diana Reyna, whose district doesn't cover the Domino lot, said. I wouldn't go that far!
Children learn things in the park from things they can't experience anywhere else, the Windsor Terrace blog explains. "I’m guessing that all the local schools will all be affected by this," a local PTA president told Patch.
Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz, an outspoken anti-bike lane activist, thinks all those annoying lanes partitioning off sections of streets from their rightful users (automobiles) should be torn up and suspended in the sky. Speaking about a set of recently unveiled designs by local colleges to make the stretch of highways and plazas between Borough Hall and the Brooklyn Bridge more pleasant, Markowitz was especially enamored with one that proposed raised bike lanes.
They're slightly different from your classic Chinese rickshaw: these are more like unmotorized golf carts, pushed from behind. Still popular in Atlantic City, the Post reports, these carts have a history in Coney Island, where they were used to shuffle tourists around from the 1920s through the 1960s.
What a great opportunity to ask the former Pedro the Lion lead singer about the difference between this album and his last—Bazan’s first solo full-length album, Curse Your Branches, was a direct address to God, in which Bazan argued with the idea until he left it, dead and bleeding on the ground. Strange Negotiations is, in some ways, a continuation on that theme, but Bazan’s not frustrated with God this time—he’s frustrated with people, specifically Americans, specifically tea-partiers, specifically reckless, feckless capitalism and whatever other evils he sees as plaguing our society.
And I hope she'll be a fool — that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
-Daisy Buchanan at the birth of her daughter in The Great Gatsby
All describe Zelda Fitzgerald as beautiful and intelligent, while some describe her as a talented painter and a dazzling writer. Most often she’s described as F. Scott Fitzgerald’s wife and muse, and—most damningly by Ernest Hemingway—as her husband’s downfall. Woody Allen’s new film clearly takes the Hemingway macho take on this lady writer. “She’s just like you think she would be,” says Owen Wilson’s awestruck novelist character of her. “Brilliant. But all over the map!” She’s depicted as having both felicitous and suicidal streaks. “I hate my skin. I want to die,” she says in a scene that seems disjointed from the other scenes of literary life as endless bohemian bacchanalia. In this scene in which she attempts to jump into the Seine, she seems as if she could be played by Mia Farrow, by Farrow in any film of Allen’s anyway.
255 McKibbin Street, one of the two buildings collectively known as the McKibbin lofts (the one on the right above), has become a popular destination for armed thieves with three apartments robbed in the last week. The Brooklyn Paper reports that units were broken into on May 16, 17 and 19, and in two cases thieves threatened to kill occupants.
By this time next week, three goats will have been put out to pasture at the northeast corner of Fort Greene Park for a public art installation by Brooklyn-based sculptor Ruth McKerrell. The three sculptures, "Ancient," "Goatie Boy" and "Goat as Wolf" are all alluminum casts of carved Styrofoam, McKerrell's medium of choice.
Yesterday morning staff, board members and friends of the Whitney Museum, along with a cross-section of the New York art world, gathered in a tent on a Gansevoort Street lot between Washington Street and the Hudson River where, in 2015, the uptown museum of American will open its new building.
While the black population fell in Fort Greene and Clinton Hill, the white population doubled in the last 10 years to 36 percent, with increases in every census tract except the one that includes the Ingersoll Houses. More than 1,000 new Asian residents moved into the community, as well.
The Brooklyn Paper lays blame on "heavy weekend rains, illness or a predator." "If they are injured or weak they sometimes get left behind; but they don’t last long in those cases,” a biologist told the paper. “It’s likely that a predator got it.” But the Patch blogger, wildlife rehabilitator Johanna Clearfield, points the finger at someone else: the Prospect Park Alliance.
I like how most of the review is basically "It's not as good as Pervert's…
I don't know man - Dip > 25 Bucks
Ludicrous overreach!! How did this make it past an editor??