The most puzzling equation we've encountered since grade eight.
The biggest thing to hit New York City this weekend was the news that Beyoncé is pregnant, and she and Jay-Z will be having a child of unspecified gender in an unspecified number of months. All that uncertainty won't keep us from suggesting some (new) unsolicited baby names for the forthcoming Knowles-Carter progeny.
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by Lauren Beck
on Mon, Aug 29, 2011 at 4:21 PM
After years of dating and the birth of two daughters, director Sofia Coppola and Phoenix frontman Thomas Mars tied the knot on Saturday at her family's 19th-century villa in Bernalda, Italy. People.com reports the bride wore a lavender gown, he a blue suit, which is fine and good, BUT WHAT SONGS DID THEY — AND REPORTED GUEST JOHNNY DEPP — DANCE TO?! When music's hippest couples play tracks from Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix at their wedding reception, what does that leave Thomas and Sofia to play at theirs?
We don't know, of course, but here's a guess based on the facts: He's French and has written some of the slickest pop songs of the decade; she blankets her movies in a musical ennui, careful to weave in a rare vintage gem; they're both fans of My Bloody Valentine, but you can't really dance to Loveless at a wedding. Sooo...
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by Audrey Ference
on Mon, Aug 29, 2011 at 3:45 PM
If you lived in Switzerland you could be playing with these right now.
While we're over here getting excited about the fact that we have any mandatory sex ed at all, four-year-olds in Switzerland are playing with the Sex Box. What's a Sex Box? Glad you asked:
"'Sex box'...the controversial trove of wooden penises and fabric vaginas set to be used in a new sex education programme for playschool and primary school kids."
Fabric vaginas! So apparently parents aren't super thrilled about the Sex Box, in part because of the name, but Christoph Eymann, Basel education minister and member of the liberal democrat party (LDP), isn't backing down.
Remember those end credits for episodes of Daria, where the heads of characters would be superimposed onto different bodies—astronauts, samurai, cheerleaders and the rest? If that was secretly your favorite part, it's time to freak out with delight over these doodles set to Screaming Females songs from the DoodleDrag project, lead singer Marissa Paternoster and street artist friend LNY's collaborative, communal art event series.
DoodleDrag seems like a house party, 3rd Ward art class and punk show smushed into one beautiful hybrid of creative productivity. Paternoster and LNY started organizing mass doodling events/hangout sessions in Philly, Jersey and New York earlier this year, assigning them different themes, the last of which was creating doodles, some animated, for 12 Screaming Females songs from albums Power Move and Castle Talk (video after the jump).
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by Ross Barkan
on Mon, Aug 29, 2011 at 2:13 PM
The Archangel Michael recommends Park Slope's Hotel Le Bleu.
Let’s say an archangel showed up at your door this past Saturday and said, “Here’s $1,000, good sir/madam—sorry, I’m bad at identifying genders—you may do with it whatever you like, but you must spend it before the evening is through, and you must spend it locally.” And you’re like, “There’s a hurricane outside, archangel! How will I gamble away $1,000 with all of these howling winds?" “I’ve said all I can,” the archangel said. “Actually, no I haven’t, there’s this hotel in Park Slope charging $1,000 for a room tonight.”
In non-post-partum-VMA-related music news, check this out: Wild Flag, the Sleater-Kinney and Helium "first all-female supergroup" made up of Carrie Brownstein (Sleater-Kinney), Janet Weiss (Sleater-Kinney), Mary Timony (Helium), and Rebecca Cole (The Minders), has their self-titled debut album streaming over at NPR, Brownstein's former blogging stomping grounds. You can definitely tell the difference between Brownstein's blustery vocal style and Timony's more subdued and understated singing, but the contrast holds itself up with a ballast of strong, poppy riffs, trippy female harmonies and jammy, classic rock guitar interludes. Listen here.
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by Lauren Beck
on Mon, Aug 29, 2011 at 12:40 PM
There was Irene, there was Beyoncé's belly, there was Nicki Minaj in her Barbie cubism dress, but there was also this, a cover of The Cars' unfailing "Just What I Needed" during The Strokes' set at the 2011 Reading Festival this weekend, in which Julian Casablancas referred to special guest Jarvis Cocker as "The Jarv" and got a glimpse of what his future self might look like. Watch the could-be-father-son pair in the video above. That is a lot of ego onstage.
The storefront on the left is the future location of Callicoon Fine Arts at 124 Forsyth Street.
Last month we learned that Upper East Side gallery Steve Harvey Fine Arts was moving to the Lower East Side, taking up residence right next to Half Gallery at 208 Forsyth Street. Now, Bowery Boogie reports that another gallery is joining to the increasingly stacked set of galleries bordering Sarah Roosevelt Park: Callicoon Fine Arts will open at 124 Forsyth Street on September 7.
Brooklyn Heights: The East River flowed into Brooklyn Bridge Park. A tree fell on Joralemon Street, Sydney Place, and in a backyard, Brooklyn Heights Blog reported. It also took down an elm on Hicks Street that had been a cause of contention years earlier.
It's been nearly two years since the city passed a law mandating bicycle parking at work, a few rich people have bike valet service, which others got on Broadway briefly, and of course parking lots now offer affordable bike parking, but most apartments (and airports) barely have enough room for people to park themselves, let along their bicycles. That's slowly starting to change, though, as an increasing number of cyclists become prospective condo-buyers.
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by Mark Asch
on Mon, Aug 29, 2011 at 8:58 AM
Eliza Snelling was a finalist at the L's Literary Upstart short fiction competition earlier this year. (Pictured, reading from her story, "A Walk on Eastern Parkway.") She's currently pursuing an MFA at Brooklyn College; she lives in Crown Heights and reads tomorrow at the Fiction Addiction series at 2A in the East Village (starting at 8pm, with Justin Taylor and others). Closer to home, she reads at the Franklin Park series on Monday, 9/12, with Michael Showalter, Seth Fried, Emma Straub and Tiphanie Yanique.
For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what’s the most accurate thing someone else has said about it? Joshua Henkin (Matrimony), whose workshop I took last year, commented about one of my stories that it was the “most emotionally precise” work of mine he had read. I can’t say that’s a description of what my stories generally achieve, but it’s certainly a description of what I aim for. My goal in writing is always to try to make emotional experiences exist on the page in an authentic way.
I’ve regularly written about movies since 2003, but since 2004 I did so for The L Magazine (along with the odd assignment on books and baseball) roughly every two weeks, and sometimes with even greater frequency. That made it the longest and most consistent job I’ve held in my life. Crazy.
In any case, I write in the past tense because I likely won’t be contributing much more for The L now that I’ve re-entered academia and traded in publicity packets for Derrida photocopies. I’m going to try to contribute to my favorite NYC mag whenever I find free time, but that might not be often or perhaps at all.
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by Lauren Beck
on Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 3:32 PM
Hi, my name is Irene. I'm super crazy, also a tad creepy.
Do you have plans to see Crazy, Stupid, Love for the third time this weekend? Me too. Better plan on catching the early-bird showing tomorrow or risk being stranded forever and ever in a movie theater, which would be kind of fun if you really love Junior Mints and waiting in line to use the bathroom, but would probably get old after a while. Look here. The MTA will be shutting down all subway and bus routes starting at noon tomorrow on account of you-know-who. According to theTimes, wind calculations suggest that subway trains running above ground would be in danger if service endured during the storm.
Plan accordingly and be safe this weekend. I just downloaded this awesome free flashlight app for my phone, so I should be fine. Hope you guys are too! And you also,L Mag distribution boxes! You guys hang in there!
The historic Cherry Lane Theatre. (Photo: Phillips St. Claire/NYPL)
Late last year Cherry Lane Theatre director Angelina Fiordellisi had us really worried when she announced plans to sell one of Downtown's most scenic and largest non-commercial theaters, but she's decided not to sell. In a press release yesterday she explained that an overwhelming show of support, and some serious belt-tightening, will enable the theater to pay off its quarter-million dollar deficit by January 2012.
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by Lauren Beck
on Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 2:15 PM
On Tuesday, Billboard ran an interview with Amy Doyle, executive producer of the 28th annual Video Music Awards set to air Sunday, in which writer Phil Gallo posed the question, "Usually you have a host helping to promote the show. Is there a possibility there is no host?" Welllll...
"It's going down to the wire," she said. ("Duh," I said.) "Hosting is such a unique element. We feel we got it right by putting new talent on the stage like Chelsea [Handler] and Russell [Brand]. We're really challenging ourselves to find the right person so that the show feels complete," she responded. But later, Billboard updated the post with an editor's note clarifying that since the interview took place, MTV decided to go with no host.
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by Jeff Klingman
on Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 2:01 PM
Armed with unfamiliar acoustic guitars, a wobbly little PA, and cardboard box percussion, there was no reason to expect the Jicks to be whip-sharp in the middle of a record store. Even at a proper gig, Steve Malkmus is pretty business casual. So, crowding around Academy yesterday evening, filing down the hip-hop section, was mainly about being in a familiar space with an icon, in earshot for the wisecracks. They came thick and plentiful, on topics ranging from obscure hallucinatory roots of the American south, his cryptic disapproval of St. Vincent, and the heartwarming persistence of the New York City shell game (that really would've bummed Malkmus out if the hustlers had disappeared since he’d left). In between, there were five songs from the newly released Mirror Traffic. Each came with specifically tailored smart-aleckry. For the urgently jangling “Stick Figures in Love”: “Do we sound like Mumford & Sons? That’s what they sound like in my mind.” Preceding the tightest offering, “Tigers”: “It’s the first track on the new record. It’s really big in England. No it’s not. As usual.”
Though much of the construction work happening at the Brooklyn Navy Yard these days suggests a certain disregardtowardshistory, we wouldn't exactly call it futuristic. But Flatbush Avenue-based architecture and urban design firm Planetary One has some straight-up sci-fi ideas for the former shipbuilding yard.
Cillian Murphy in Enda Walsh's Misterman, coming to St. Ann's this fall.
St. Ann's Warehouse will be out of a home come May 2012, after their plans to move across Water Street into a new space built inside the historic Tobacco Warehouse fell through, but they're not letting that diminish their final season in DUMBO.
"Ocean Liners on Screen" is a brilliant idea for a film series, and it begins today and continues through Tuesday at the Film Society of Lincoln Center. A Night at the Opera screens today at 5, and tomorrow morning at 10:30.
Directed by Sam S. Wood (who? Exactly) and, more to the point, produced by Irving Thalberg, A Night at the Opera, from 1935, is the Marx Brothers’ Maginot line: an elaborate structure constructed in hopes of avoiding the decline that inevitably followed.
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by Mike Conklin
on Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 11:18 AM
I mentioned this briefly on Twitter last night, and I'm feeling it even more now that I've woken up to basically every single media outlet on the internet posting the video for Beyoncé's absolute monster of a track, "1+1," all of them failing to point out that the clip is full of laughable sexytime clichés (Water pouring over open mouth! Ice cubes! Lips pressed against glass!) and artlessly employed, similarly cliché-ridden "psychedelic" visual effects, which take away from the actually pretty awesome choreographed dance parts. For a pop-star who is generally, and with good reason, considered to be among the absolute best we have, there should be more people willing to tell her to do better.