You've probably already seen it, but just in case you're not on Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook or the internet (...), there's this Tumblr blog with photos of folks on the streets of North Brooklyn that ponders whether these people are simply dressed in a quintessentially "Williamsburg" manner—read: eccentrically—or they are wearing Halloween costumes. The site offers no definite answers, because in every case it's nearly impossible to tell whether it's Halloween or Williamsburg? (I think "Halloween or Williamsburg" just displaced Hipster Cop as this year's go-to Halloween costume.)
Remember how exciting it was when we all found out that, as part of his solo show at the New Museum, German conceptual and installation artist Carsten Höller would be installing one of his much-loved slides stretching between the museum's fourth and second floors? Well, at this morning's media preview I got to take "Untitled (Slide)" (2011) for a spin—or, more accurately, I took several spins on it—and it's irresistibly fun. While you wait your turn—the line is going to be long—here's what you've got to look forward to.
Somewhere on the Upper West Side, Yoko was smiling as son Sean (looking freakishly like Dad) and Rufus Wainwright (musical progenies apparently roll together) played a cover of Madonna's 1985 hit "Material Girl" to the folks at Occupy Wall Street on Sunday. Clever. Fun. Joined by a banjo and Lennon's girlfriend, model Charlotte Kemp Muhl, on an accordion, giving the song an extra boost of singalong appeal. I suppose they wouldn't know anything about this, huh?
Remember how, in order to maybe reduce the number of hotel and condo towers built inside Brooklyn Bridge Park to help pay for the park's hefty operating costs, one plan was to generate revenue by converting the soon-to-be-vacated world headquarters of the Jehova's Witnesses—aka the Watchtower Bible & Tract Society—into condos? Well, that might not be happening for a long, long while.
* High-school students go to stores and jot down condom brands, prices and features such as lubrication.
* Teens research a route from school to a clinic that provides birth control and STD tests, and write down its confidentiality policy.
* Kids ages 11 and 12 sort “risk cards” to rate the safety of various activities, including “intercourse using a condom and an oil-based lubricant,’’ mutual masturbation, French kissing, oral sex and anal sex.
But hark, you guys, it's 2011. We had technology to capture CMJ, so now you can replay those moments of glory, memories of the unbathed, underslept and overstimulated masses, and of the newly discovered musicians you fawned over or walked out on. On Friday, The L Magazine and Northside Festival put together a little showcase of our own at Cameo Gallery with a pretty stellar lineup. Here are the videos of one song each from the sets of Heavenly Beat (Beach Fossil's John Peña), Widowspeak, Forest Fire, Hunters and Pujol.
Apparently this works pretty well for the PATH trains, and may work for the subway as well, except for the people who have to throw out their newspapers or Powerbar wrappers right now and just throw it onto the tracks.
Food waste, of course, is more uncomfortable to hold onto until you get aboveground, but one bold MTA governor had a plan for that, too, says the Times:
It’s unfair to judge a new sitcom by its first few episodes. Comedies need to evolve and let us get to know and understand the characters, and sometimes that takes awhile, like six episodes, which is how long 2 Broke Girls has been on the air. I was optimistic that beneath the show’s stale premise and rape jokes there was something there, something worth watching. But now that we’ve spent over two hours with Max and Caroline, not to mention Oleg and Han and that douche bartender and that other guy, something’s clear: 2 Broke Girls will never be more than a stale premise and rape jokes. I don’t mind, though, because if this show inexplicably got to be good, then what would we have to make fun of? Below, the five shittiest parts from this week's episode.
In the warmer months Governors Island fills up with art, some of it creepy, some of it vaginal, some of it super-phallic, and all of it temporary, to be removed when the weather sours, ferry service gets spotty and the crowds stop coming. But in an announcement last week the Trust for Governors Island awarded a commission for a brand new permanent artwork on the island to British sound artist Susan Philipsz, winner of last year's Turner Prize.
Remember bed bugs, those tiny, swarming causers of alarmist articles and mental breakdowns? Well Hunter Fine—one half, with Jeff Greenspan, of the team behind the Hipster Traps—has a new project called Bed Bug Hotels to ensure that nobody forgets which buildings are infested.
Big plans are afoot down on the waterfront, where a pair years-in-the-making real estate developments in Red Hook could bring hundreds of condo units, apartments and hotel rooms to the Red Hook Container Terminal and an adjacent warehouse. Both projects—for condos and hotels on the shipyard piers and the residential conversion of a huge vacant building on Imlay Street—were first floated years ago before sinking with the housing market collapse, but have lurched back to life recently.
As residents of Lower Manhattan grow increasingly ornery about their new neighbors in Zuccotti Park, NPR reminds us that there's a whole slew of privately owned public spaces (POPs) around the city open to demonstrators, campers (of sorts) and otherwise occupiers.
Saturday during a lecture at Artists Space, an (excellent) artist-run non-profit gallery at 38 Greene Street in Soho, attendee and performance artist Georgia Sagri—who famously interrupted a provocative performance at MoMA PS1 last year—began distributing copies of a poem urging attendees to "Take Artists Space," which about 10-20 people (herself included) did for 28 hours before being kicked out last night at 8pm. Dubbed "Occupy 38," it was not related in any capacity to Occupy Wall Street.
A conflict between two gangs, the Hoodstars and the Waves, is believed to have sparked the shooting. The crews "have such a tight grip on the neighborhood that residents are too scared to call 911 and feel that they are in danger every time they step outside," the Post reports.
I ain't gonna front: For as much as I (and pretty much everyone else employed by The L) am extremely fond of Wild Flag, "Electric Band" is not one of my favorite songs from their otherwise excellent self-titled debut. But does that mean I'm not willing to watch this clip of the band playing softball against a bunch of bears? No, it does not mean that at all.
That someone could be pleased by my suffering to please them seems like a pretty…
Now I'm just going to listen to "Hello in There" all day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ85Hep0kD0…
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…