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.
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...
"'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.
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).
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
"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.
Though much of the construction work happening at the Brooklyn Navy Yard these days suggests a certain disregard towards history, 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.
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.
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.
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.
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby