Jennifer Lopez speeding past a faux-Bronx backdrop in her Fiat.
Jennifer Lopez, formerly of the block and the 6 train, now drives a Fiat and won't set wheel in her home borough of the Bronx. So much so that when filming a new Fiat commercial (see below) that uses the streets of her youth as its backdrop, a double did all the location driving. But now the TATS Cru mural and graffiti crew, whose "I Heart the Bronx" mural at Whitlock Avenue and East 165th Street gets substantial screentime in the spot, wants some kind of compensation.
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by Lauren Beck
on Wed, Nov 30, 2011 at 2:41 PM
As the culture enthusiasts at Vol. 1 Brooklyn pointed out this morning, Forever 21 is selling a Flipper t-shirt re-branded for that guy with the toned arms and healthy skin complexion at the top of this post. "Once upon a time it was a punk shirt," Vol. 1 mourns, referencing the San Fransisco band whose logo it copies. "Kurt Cobain made one with a marker and wore it on Saturday Night Live in 1992. " (He wore it a lot, actually.) But it's all good, you see, because it's a throwback and shoppers at Forever 21 will want to buy it for $16.90, and maybe some people will buy it thinking it's a joke on the kids TV show with the friendly dolphin, which would be great for business, wouldn't it, hahaha, says a hypothetical Forever 21 businessman. Faux-vintage apparel is very popular these days. Here's our guide to the items which most drastically disregard what the band actually stood for; it mutually functions as a guide to what not to buy the music nerds in your life this holiday season.
Because every other method of promoting civil street behavior has failed—including traffic-calming bike lanes, thickly painted lines, traffic signals of all sorts and even human decency—the city's Department of Transportation has called upon the timeless power of poetry to bring order to the streets. The DOT just launched its new Curbside Haiku campaign, in which artist John Morse combines haikus and vintage-looking road safety designs.
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by Mark Asch
on Wed, Nov 30, 2011 at 1:02 PM
This spring, Sergio Hernandez, a former reporting intern at the Village Voice by then affiliated with ProPublica, filed suit against the Bloomberg administration after they denied a Freedom of Information Law request for emails between the Mayor's office and publishing executive Cathleen Black, prior to her brief, wondrous tenure as our Completely Unqualified Schools Chancellor.
At the time, Hernandez was working on a piece about the obvious cronyism that passed for the administration's "public search" for the best candidate, and figured that conversations between Black and the Mayor's office would be illuminating. (Emails sent from government addresses generally constitute official government business and are, with few exceptions, fair game for FOIL requests.) The Mayor's office denied the request under an exemption for "communications that, if disclosed, would result in an unwarranted invasion of personal privacy."
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by Lauren Beck
on Wed, Nov 30, 2011 at 12:01 PM
Referring to "Beach Holiday" previously, the lead track from Fort Lean's very good self-titled EP (available here for free), we made note that despite frequent references to a "beach holiday," the song is not aggressively beachy. Lifting the vocals off the track for a moment, it actually has a lot in common with Vampire Weekend's acutely orchestrated pop. But lead singer Keenan Mitchell's careening shouts are very much present, of course, turning it into a youth-grasping party anthem. Since CMJ, all sorts of people have been saying really nice things about these guys, making it an opportune time to release a video for the aforementioned song. Filmed in Emily's Pork Store of ye olde Williamsburg, it's a nice complement to the band's "screw it, let's go for it" energy, whatever "it" may be. (It will actually make you want to have a beach holiday.)
Be on the lookout for a show at Music Hall of Williamsburg on December 16 with Bear Hands and a LP sometime next year.
Remember how in April we were all like, "well, there's a $20 billion proposal to put the BQE underground from Sunset Park to Greenpoint, and a $2 billion version where it goes underground from Brooklyn Heights to Fort Greene, and even though state and federal transportation officials probably won't do either at least they'll pony up a couple hundred million for minor fixes"? Well, now they won't even do that; state and federal transportation officials have just rescinded $254 million in funding for crucial (though cosmetic) repairs to the 160,000-cars-per-day triple-cantilevered stretch beneath the Brooklyn Heights promenade.
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by Mark Asch
on Wed, Nov 30, 2011 at 10:32 AM
This fall, Scandinavia House has been presenting a fill series spotlighting "Nature and Narrative in Norway," which continues with the Scandinavian arthouse landmark The Hunt, tonight and again on Friday.
The existential chill of haute postwar international cinema—the bare, shimmering black and white surfaces and the beautiful, opaque posed people of Hiroshima or Marienbad—becomes a literal, environmental deep-freeze in The Hunt, from 1959, Norway's own contribution to the genre.
In the film, a husband, wife, and their best friend stalk birds in the rolling, frosty scrub of the Norwegian countryside, piercing the air with whistles after their roving, poised hunting dogs. The film opens in flash-forward, with a coffin being carried away from the hunting shed, and the three are introduced by a busybody narrator who asks, not quite rhetorically, whether the wife and friend have already become lovers: in successive close-ups, the husband sneers, the wife is aghast, and the friend panicked. But the love triangle is bundled up for much of the movie, as if in fear of the decisive action foreshadowed with every jolting gunshot.
It's been a long, dramatic journey for the city's redevelopment project at the southwestern-most corner of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, aka Admiral's Row, including crumbling historical buildings, a bribery scandal, and fighting between federal, state and city officials. But following yesterday's thumbs-up from the City Council the project—which will see all but two historic buildings torn down to make way for a manufacturing center and supermarket—only needs the Mayor's signature before it starts to take shape.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Nov 30, 2011 at 8:57 AM
Brooklyn might have the largest population of Russian Jews in the world. At a recent conference at Harvard, experts estimated the number of Russian Jews living in the U.S. somewhere between 500,000 and 750,000, the Jewish Daily Forwardreports.
“By any account, the number of Russian-speaking Jews in the United States now probably exceeds those of Russia and Ukraine combined,” said Kliger, a sociologist who is director of Russian community affairs at AJC. “New York today is populated by more Russian Jews than any other place in the world.”
"It might seem obvious to those of us that live in Brooklyn’s southern stretches," adds Ned Berke at Sheepshead Bites.
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by Lauren Beck
on Tue, Nov 29, 2011 at 4:01 PM
Look familiar yet?
I'm not sure the exact number of public appearances a person has to partake in to be considered a non-recluse, but I'm pretty sure Jeff Mangum is in the ballpark. Remember when he played that one show in a Bushwick loft around this time last year and no one tweeted about it, which made people flip the F out? The good ol' days, am I right? Though, maybe not. No matter if you're part of the camp who feels the recent splurge of Jeff Mangum shows is taking away from his mystique, or you're part of the camp who just doesn't care, we're being spoiled by him adding a third show in our neck of the woods. This one, also happening at what may well be the borough's most elegant venue, will be on January 19 — that's the day before his two previously announced shows at BAM (both sold out, hence the third). Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10am.
Tip: If I learned anything from the emotional roller coaster trying to score tickets to those first two shows at BAM, it's that their website is kooky. It wouldn't let me click on "purchase" after filling out the required info fields. Stick with it though. It eventually worked, and I imagine will be well worth the hassle come the cold, dark days of late January.
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Nov 29, 2011 at 3:31 PM
NYT
CUNY used to be free.
While hundreds of students protested outside, the trustees of the City University of New York voted yesterday to raise tuition $300 a year for the next five years. Students enrolling in the fall of 2015 will have to pay $6,330 in annual tuition, plus another $500 in fees. The vote came a week after a public hearing that attracted similar numbers of protesters, who were moved on by police; fifteen were arrested. (Students retaliated by throwing books at cops, which is such a perfect metaphor.)
The first increase already took place for this term; CUNY raised the price after its bills were already due, forcing students who had already paid up to pay a little bit extra if they still wanted to attend classes.
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by Lauren Beck
on Tue, Nov 29, 2011 at 2:49 PM
It's that time of the year for cheer and holly and free concerts. Conveniently, the guys and gals at PopGun, the Brooklyn-based team largely responsible for stocking Glasslands and Tammany Hall with grade-A buzz bands on a nightly basis, are again giving away a pass that'll grant you free access to every single PopGun-affiliated event in 2012. Parties, concerts, that record release show for new Merge-signees Hospitality in February, that Grimes show in March when Grimes will suddenly be the band everyone is talking about. All of it. To enter, you literally just have to send an e-mail with your first and last name to gimmie@popgunbooking.com. It might help to include "please" or something of the sort, but it's not required, which is pretty nice of them. As an added bonus, if they come to find that the selected winner helped spread word of the contest via social networking, they'll throw in a +1 for the entire year so you don't have to stand there, pretending like you're working on your phone at said shows. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, etc.
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by Mark Asch
on Tue, Nov 29, 2011 at 1:53 PM
A few short years ago, in the halcyon days before Twitter, New York Film Critics Circle Mike D'Angelo got in trouble for texting the results of the group's annual vote to a friend, who live-blogged the results. This morning, the NYFCC actually live-tweeted the results, from the newly formed @NYFCC2011 account. (Which is not the official NYFCC twitter account: this is. I'm not sure what this is.) Mostly, though, @NYFCC2011 dryly announced winners at 30-minute intervals or so; no, the NYFCC's Year of Twitter belonged to the courageous fake live-tweeting of Fake Armond White. See above, and, really, just the whole thing please.
Anyway, the NYFCC moved their voting date up a couple of weeks, lest they feel a widdle bit wess infwentual than they feel they ought to be. They were originally scheduled to vote yesterday, but it was moved back today and they all went to, I'm deducing, a fairly exclusive embargoed screening of Fincher's The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. (I was not invited, because I am emphatically not the widely respected Elle film critic Karen Durbin.) A fat lot of good it did: Best Picture went to The Artist, and Best Director to its director Michel Hazanavicius.
Moving up the date also ensured an early NYC screening of The Iron Lady—Meryl Streep won Best Actress for it—as I thought it might, though I also naively thought that the screening would be held through the usual pr channels and that I'd be able to send a writer or writers to it in time for year-end lists and polls and maybe even coverage. Guess not.
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by Mike Conklin
on Tue, Nov 29, 2011 at 1:08 PM
Okkervil River surprised the internet yesterday, with the sudden release of Golden Opportunities 2, a five-song EP of covers. Available for free download on the band's website (in LOSSLESS format no less), it's the follow-up to the first installment from back 2007, and in the time that's passed, frontman and main songwriter Will Sheff has apparently gone a little deeper into the world of crate-digging. The first time out, we got covers of artists like John Cale, Randy Newman, John Phillips and Serge Gainsbourg, but this time, we see lesser known artists Ted Lucas, Jim Sullivan, David McComb and Bill Fay represented. Take some time to read up on Ted Lucas and Jim Sullivan in particular—both have flown very much under the radar of even the most dedicated fans of rock music, and both are very much worth knowing. Sheff's versions, across the board, are stellar. After the jump, the originals, for comparison.
While here on home turf the Occupy Wall Street movement's Arts & Culture committee continues to search for permanent studio, exhibition and performance spaces, the movement has also reportedly set its sights on this weekend's annual one-percenter art world clusterfuck in Miami. Rumors are circulating that an occupation is planned for Art Basel Miami Beach (December 1-4), so much so that the weekend's biggest art fair sent participating gallerists a letter yesterday, reassuring them that the situation is totally under control.
Caveman is a band that proves most stereotypes about uppity native New Yorkers totally wrong. Former Park Slope stroller-occupier Matthew Iwanusa and bandmates Jimmy Carbonetti, Sam Hopkins, Jeff Berrall and Stefan Marolakis were nice enough to perch on the rocky banks of the East River on a brisk November day and chat with us at length about their gorgeously textured debut album, CoCo Beware. They then came back to play a set at L Mag headquarters, which you can listen to after the jump. Most of the Brooklyn and outer boroughs-based band has known each other since adolescence, which allowed them to produce an album that, in their words, felt natural, if not easy. The secret? Figuring out the right vibes and crafting slowly with care. Watch Caveman vibe with an in-office performance of "My Time" and "Old Friend," after the jump.
The Guggenheim's rotunda, crowded with sculptures and visitors.
As expected the Guggenheim's dramatic Maurizio Cattelan retrospective All (through January 22), in which all but two pieces the 51-year-old Italian conceptualist and sculptor ever created are strung up from the ceiling of Frank Lloyd Wright's soaring atrium, is bringing in many, many visitors, enough to necessitate McQueen-style extra hours. The blockbuster show is bringing in 33 percent more visitors than the museum was receiving at this time last year, proving once and for all that museum-goers prefer contemporary comedy to an inter-wars historical survey.
The French Institute Alliance Française is currently spotlighting Quebecois Cinema; if you're planning on walking out of class symbolically today or anything, the 2008 documentary Encirclement: Neo-Liberalism Ensnares Democracy plays today at 12:30 and 4.
Richard Brouillette’s Encirclement is stark diagnosis of a pandemic of neoliberal capitalism (via IMF, World Bank, WTO, etc), positing that its ability to replace capital-P political ideology is key to understanding its pervasiveness. Although it is by no means not a polemical film, its approach couldn’t be further from the Spurlock-Ferguson-Moore-Greenwald school of docs, where every interview doubles as a filmmaker’s personal campaign commercial; Brouillette’s greatest asset is his bottomless faith in the spoken word. Here, he’s assembled a sagacious roster—Noam Chomsky, Ignacio Ramonet, Jean-Luc Migué, Omar Aktouf, and many more—and he fearlessly lets them expound in a passionate, free-flowing conversation on economics, culture and totalitarianism (or, more specifically, “globalitarianism”). It’s heady stuff, no doubt, and even though Brouillette cleaves the conversations into tidy explanatory chunks, the result can be head-spinning.
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by Audrey Ference
on Mon, Nov 28, 2011 at 4:18 PM
Orgasmo
Mary Roach—one of my very most favorite writers of all time—wrote an awesome book about science and sex called Bonk. In it, she describes having sex with her husband in an MRI machine as part of a study on what exactly happens to the inside parts of people when they're sexing. It's a really fascinating experience to read about. The difficult intersection of personal private stuff and universal human science stuff is never more illuminated than when you are reading about a dude taking Viagra so he can stay hard enough to stuff his dick in his wife in the cramped, unsexy confines of an MRI tube.