Breaking it down by neighborhood, Morningside Heights had the greatest income gap. (Rosedale, in Queens, had the lowest.) "In... the Upper East and West Sides and Greenwich Village, the top 5 percent of households make an average of over $1 million," the Times reports, making them home to an inordinate number of the infamous one percent.
In this week's Voice, your friend and mine Nick Pinkerton talks to the former wife and partner of the late David C. Stone, who's honored with a retrospective at Anthology Film Archives beginning tonight with an encore screening of Adolfas Mekas's Hallelujah the Hills, which Stone produced; she recalls their ground-level fundraising for independent films, and censor-board battles while running an influential arthouse in London.
One film from the series in particular exemplifies Stone's guerrilla filmmaking tactics and progressive politics: Robert Kramer's Ice, from 1969, which he produced, and which screens at Anthology every couple of years to a crowd eager to finally see the film from which the above still originates. Which, given present circumstances, should be fairly large this Sunday and the Monday following.
Death by Audio: Feminist arts collective Permanent Wave curates a riot grrrl cover show, featuring ever-smiling ex-Titus member Amy Klein and band taking on Springsteen, Care Bears on Fire-offshoot Claire's Diary doing Le Tigre, Mindtroll covering the one and only Salt-n-Pepa (a dance team is also involved), WOJICK doing the The Cramps, EULA doing Blondie, and Delta Hotel doing their best impression of That Dog. More info here, $7 at the door.
Investigations by newspapers in Philadelphia, Baltimore, New Orleans and elsewhere have revealed elaborate schemes by police to make rape and sexual assault disappear. Some departments “downgraded” reported felonies to misdemeanors or non-criminal complaints. Others questioned the account of the victim or lost files in bureaucratic limbo.
A year after the Baltimore Sun revealed that police had deemed hundreds of potentially legitimate sexual assaults “unfounded” to keep numbers down, reported rapes have risen by 50 percent.
The L Magazine is looking for a Music Intern to work in the office at least two full days per week, with the primary duty of maintaining live music listings on our website and writing short, descriptive blurbs of the bands performing.
A deep interest in music is obviously the main qualification, and a strong knowledge of the Brooklyn music scene would certainly be helpful. But in addition to that, we're really looking for someone who hopes to break into the world of music journalism—the person hired for the position will be encouraged to pitch ideas for blog posts, record reviews, interviews and so on, and should therefore have a solid understanding of our publication, as well as the broader landscape of music criticism in 2011.
To apply, email a cover letter, resumé, and writing samples to firstname.lastname@example.org. In your cover letter, please include the name of your favorite album of all-time, your favorite album of 2011 so far, and the last live show you saw.
The position is unpaid, but those in school can earn college credit.
Why “The Coffin Factory”? What does the name connote?
Though there is reasoning behind what Joyce Carol Oates calls “the most incongruous title,” we think it’s far more interesting to hear what other people think, as everyone has different associations. Pablo Medina thought there was an unusual karmic connection between himself and the magazine because he lives in a converted carriage factory where hearses were once made. Edith Grossman asked us if The Coffin Factory is where The Exquisite Corpse now rests. One professor thought the title came from a line in a Dickens story, where a boy sleeps in a coffin factory. People have suggested literary allusions to Gogol, Faulkner, or Poe, none of whom we were thinking about when we came up with the name, but connections we appreciate. What do you think The Coffin Factory means?
It's been two years and some change since the plans to convert the Brooklyn Navy Yard's Building 92—the 1852 former United States Marine Corps Commandant’s residence on Flushing Avenue between Carlton Avenue and Adelphi Street—into a historical center and exhibition space were first announced. And though most of the yard's other historic structures have only grown more irreparably dilapidated in the meantime, the renovated, revamped and expanded Building 92 historic center will be ready to open on Veterans Day (November 11).
The first scare in The Innkeepers is a cheap jolt, done by one character to another as a practical joke. It's not because director Ti West doesn't know how to scare an audience. I mean, the few scares that he delivers during the bulk of this movie are smart, good-natured, and funny, but The Innkeepers isn't a goofy horror movie. It's just that West knows that the scariest thing you can see on screen isn't something bad happening to someone–it's something bad happening to someone you've grown to love over the last 100 minutes. He scares his characters so you'll like them more; then he scares you.
In a release this morning the Brooklyn Museum announced that it is one of only ten institutions in the country to receive a Medal for Museum and Library Service from the Institute of Museum and Library Services (IMLS) for its service to the Brooklyn community. The institution is the only New York City recipient among this year's winners of the medal (full list after the jump), which recognizes innovation in public service and community outreach.
Indoor bicycle parking, per a municipal law that was passed back in 2009 and dubbed alternately the "Bike Access Bill" or "Bikes in Buildings," is not just an amenity for the wealthy but a right any company can demand that its landlord honor—provided their building has a freight elevator. But some building owners have found ways to keep bikes out of their office space, either by demanding an exemption from the city or simply by paying the fines resulting from refusal.
So it’s incredibly fitting that the first Greenpoint Film Festival, which kicks off tomorrow night, will open with the world premiere of Mekas’s new feature film, the as ever affectingly home-movie-ish My Mars Bar Movie. He offered the film to the fledgling festival, explained festival director Rosa Valado in an email recently, in recognition of the changing cultural geography of New York City.
French street artist JR's massive extreme close-up photo portrait "Lakota, Dakota Nation" has been watching over the intersection of Bowery and Houston Street for the past four months, but as of this morning Bushwick-based street art duo Faile is wheatpasting one of their cut-ups of vintage advertising-like images over the furrowed black and white brow—and the bright Kenny Scharf smileys beneath.
Robert Scarano, the Brooklyn-born architect who works out of a Jay Street building whose pointy rooftop addition (pictured) he designed himself, is the master of the ugly condo look. So much so that in 2010 the Department of Buildings barred him from filing any new projects. Scarano appealed the decision earlier this year and was denied, and now Crain's reports that Brooklyn's most prolific architect has been denied his appeal one last time.
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