Well, geez, that was pretty fast. HBO has already put Lena Dunham at the helm of another series, which she'll be writing along with Girls co-executive producer Jenni Konner. And yes, it actually is about shopping.
Works in the exhibition Donut Muffin. Images courtesy Dorsky Gallery.
Ersatz pastries of sorts and your plans for Super Bowl Sunday (yes, watching the Big Game at a gallery is an option) in this round of art picks from our 1/30 issue.
As if I have any readers, lol... someday... (jk you know I love you guys that actually read). Anyway, has anybody else been hearing about this new thing where Facebook is totally ripping off LJ? I can't even believe it, but also I know I shouldn't be surprised, sigh. I guess the deal is that they're testing out a new thing where you can say "how you're feeling," "what you're reading," "what you're listening to," all that stuff. No mood themes yet, I think, but close enough.
Dan Edwards (left) and Peter Samson playing Spacewar! on the PDP-1 (Image courtesy of http://pdp-1.computerhistory.org)
Meet Spacewar!, the world’s first video game. Similar to Atari’s Asteroids, this two-player space shooting game was played on a 16-inch, circular retro-teal monitor, powered by a refrigerator-sized PDP-1 and a typewriter. Woooah.
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by Mike Conklin
on Thu, Jan 31, 2013 at 11:51 AM
In yet another beautifully shot clip for La Blogotheque, Titus Andronicus frontman Patrick Stickles performs a solo version of Local Business closer "I Tried to Quit Smoking." Though the band's undying commitment to relentless guitar rock is admirable and refreshing, it's also nice to see Stickles switch things up the way he does here. And make sure you watch all the way to the end, for the awesome guitar loops and the triumphantly mournful guitar solo.
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, Jan 31, 2013 at 10:45 AM
The New Yorker has been publishing ex-Brooklynite Simon Rich's comic novella "Sell Out" on its website this week in daily installments. It tells the story of an early 20th-century immigrant living in Williamsburg and working in a pickle factory accidentally sent forward in time to the present day, when he meets his great-great-grandson Simon Rich, a script doctor, with whom he stays. We spoke to Rich by email about whether he knew his own grandparents and whether Brooklyn is really so bad as he makes it seem.
I heard you don't live in Brooklyn anymore—is that true? I'm out in California these days, working on some movie projects, but I'd love to move back home someday. I really love Brooklyn, despite having written this hostile take-down of it.
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by Chris Payne
on Wed, Jan 30, 2013 at 9:00 AM
Sometimes you have to get away from the structure and the strain of city life to get the creative juices flowing. For their second LP for Brooklyn's now-venerable Captured Tracks label, Molly Hamilton and Robert Earl Thomas needed a change of pace, a change of scenery, and a step away from an internet connection, even if it did mean a temporary halt to Hamilton's tenacious Wikipedia habit. With most of Almanac written in Brooklyn, the duo retreated (along with producer Kevin McMahon) to a hundred-year old old barn in the woodlands of the Hudson River Valley. And Widowspeak sound all the better for it, both on record and in conversation. Once coy about singing live and hesitant to make Widowspeak the center of her life, Hamilton, a Tacoma, Washington transplant, sounds more intent than ever to see her band take on new challenges.
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by Jeff Klingman
on Tue, Jan 29, 2013 at 12:33 PM
The end of last week was emotionally tumultuous for superfans of godlike Swedish electronics duo The Knife, a club to which I am a non-objective, dues-paying member. (The second disc of that avant-garde synth-pop opera was soooo good, you guys!) The first single from Shaking the Habitual, their first proper album in almost seven years, popped up online, only it was in 30 second segments that you had to keep clicking, then it disappeared altogether, except it was on You Tube later, and then it wasn't, and then their disturbing art film video clip for it was online. Then it wasn't. Then it was again.
It was either an amazingly effective viral marketing campaign, or just a case of several obscure Scandinavian art websites not having their shit together. (Or both!) Anyway, "Full of Fire" has been online reliably for a few days now, and available for prolonged obsessing. And I love it. Listen:
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Jan 29, 2013 at 11:55 AM
BAM recently won on eBay a 1931 letter from the director of The Brooklyn Forum to then-former Secretary of State Bainbridge Colby, asking him to participate in a discussion called "Does American Need a Political Re-alignment?" Written on Brooklyn Forum/Academy of Music letterhead—listing BAM's address, 30 Lafayette Avenue—the bottom of the letter indicates it's under the "Auspices [of the] Kings County Socialist Party." The discussion was to feature a former-assistant secretary of state, a Socialist former-member of the legislature, and the famous American philosopher John Dewey.
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by Corinna Kirsch
on Tue, Jan 29, 2013 at 11:44 AM
Michael Pybus' "Pikachu Plant Pot (2)" is a close call.
When gophers overrun a patch of green, park rangers root them out. Art critics aren’t like park rangers; when we see too much of the same type of art, we call it a trend. Then if there’s meaning behind that trend, we call it a movement.
Here are 11 examples of “live plants in galleries” and a couple of close calls thrown in for good measure. As I mentioned in The L Mag last week, everyone’s making indoor plant art, so it’s a trend. But a movement? It’s hard to tell at this point if we’ve grown uneasy with the stolid white cube, or if we just wish art was more like a Chia pet.
Image for "DIS Image Studio," Courtesy of the Suzanne Geiss Company
Shout out to the diehards, who apparently love their art events even more than they hate the cold. This week, Bushwick's screening videos, DIS Magazine's holding a stock photo shoot, and seminal people discuss seminal art.
Can we all just agree to pretend that this episode never happened? Because, did it even happen? It didn't seem to happen. It didn't, after all, seem real in any way. And I wanted it to seem real. But it didn't seem real. It started off real enough, and then it all went horribly, horribly wrong. It could have gone in such a good direction, what with Hannah finally getting a freelance writing job from Jazzhate.com—which, I guess, Buzzfeed? Vice? xoJane?— and being told to go outside her comfort zone to write something great. And Jazzhate pays $200 for an article? That is crazy money. So, the pay structure isn't exactly real, but at least its relative unreality explains why Hannah would compromise her "weird nasal passages" by snorting massive amounts of coke in order to "make the magic happen." Because, as anyone who has ever done coke or been around people on coke knows, it's pure magic, like newly driven snow that tastes like aspirin going down the back of your throat, making you really thirsty. That kind of snow. That kind of magic.
Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters: To think that at this time last year, we lived in a world without two additional revisionist takes on the "Snow White legend"—and that by this time next year, we'll have been blessed with no fewer than three big-scale "reimaginings" of fairy-tale-type stories: we've got a big-budget Jack and the Beanstalk movie in March, followed a mere one week later by Sam Raimi's new Wizard of Oz prequel. But right now, it's January, so you'll have to make do with Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, the poor man's any of those movies, at least if studio treatment is any indication. Paramount bounced the movie out of last spring and all the way into the January graveyard—though, to be fair, they may have just realized that (a) plenty of movies have made money in January with less competition in their way, and (b) they have a Hansel and Gretel movie on their hands that more resembles the off-season Underworld or Resident Evil series than, say, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, which is the clear reason for most of these movies existing. I don't want to get all contrarian before I've seen the movie (and I'm not convinced said movie screened for much of anyone before Thursday or so, if then), but if Hansel and Gretel really does take more of an irreverent, semi-fractured take on the story, hey, that'll put it above Snow White and the Huntsman almost by default. Then again, it could also basically be Van Helsing all over again; Gemma Arterton, who I like for reasons as arbitrary as my desire to see this movie, certainly seems to be gunning for Kate Beckinsale's old job.
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by Jeff Klingman
on Fri, Jan 25, 2013 at 11:42 AM
After much teasing, the lineup for this year's Coachella Music Festival and Vegan Chili Cook-Off has been announced. It is OK. I mean, as expansive as its gotten, you pretty much have to be a fan of no music whatsoever to not be able to find anything you'd be psyched to see in there. (After a quick personal peruse: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Wu-Tang, OMD, Sparks.) But the top-line is so-so, surprising, and lame, respectively. Stone Roses are really that commercially popular in 2013? Phoenix can anchor a night now? There's a lingering constituency for the fucking Chili Peppers? In the search for fabled festival act envy, our eyes can't help but wander.
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by Corinna Kirsch
on Fri, Jan 25, 2013 at 11:36 AM
Get ready to get busy for the spring because this year’s Bushwick Open Studios dates have been announced. From May 31st-June 2nd, the city’s curators, critics, and curious will set eyes on Bushwick, and last year’s BOS was its biggest yet; there was even Bushwick Basel, the neighborhood’s first art fair. We here at AFC and The L Magazine will be out there, too. Last year, AFC profiled over a dozen artists in the weeks leading up to the event, spotlighting the neighborhood’s emerging artists.
If you're single and hating it, leave it to your friends at The L to help. We've teamed up with the minds behind HowAboutWe to create Brooklyn Dating, a service that will (hopefully) help change online dating and find you the Brooklynite of your dreams. If you're trying to go on some dates, instead of spending all of your valuable time filling out compatibility tests, just go on some dates. We know this sounds scary, but we make it easy. Just visit Brooklyn Dating, pick the outing that sounds the most interesting to you (or come up with one of your own), make an account (if you haven't already), and go! Just go.
Every week, we'll post three of our favorite Brooklyn dates to aid you in your search for a soulmate. So get off your laptop, (or your iPad or iPhone or iPod or whatever) and go fall in love. Click here to get started, and you can find the three best Brooklyn dates of the week after the jump.
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by Henry Stewart
on Fri, Jan 25, 2013 at 9:00 AM
Journalist Becky Aikman previously worked as a writer and editor at Businessweek and a reporter for Newsday. In her new book Saturday Night Widows: The Adventures of Six Friends Remaking Their Lives, which Crown Publishing released earlier this week, she writes about her experience of becoming a widow in her 40s, and of joining a support group with other women working through grief. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband, Bob Spitz, who wrote the Julia Child biography Dearie.
What neighborhood do you live in? I never saw the sky from my last Manhattan apartment, which languished on the second floor of a tall building, just above the trash collection area. Here in low-rise Brooklyn, there’s sky and light all over the place, not to mention smaller trash piles. Much cheerier. I’ve lived in Park Slope now for 20 years.
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by Lacy Warner
on Thu, Jan 24, 2013 at 12:20 PM
Ah, the familiar feeling of cold metal stirrups against my naked, delicate toes. The nurse practitioner congratulates me on the healthy color of my vagina—a pink somewhere between “blush” and “bashful.” She soothingly tells me about the pressure I'll be feeling from the plastic speculum. Visiting the gyno at Callen-Lorde Community Health Center in Chelsea is almost as nice as getting your hair done at Bumble and Bumble. They practically give you a glass of wine while you wait for your test results. Not really, but once when I was hyperventilating in the waiting room, the nurse told me to quit the dramatics. “Trust me I've heard worse,” she said. “I've seen a dick stuck in every orifice a human can imagine." Her assurances worked pretty much like a shot of tequila to my soul.
Catalog board SW, page 2 (Ivan Davis, John Hagnagy), c. 1960. (Photo courtesy of Invisible Exports Gallery)
Whether or not you were an early subscriber to homoerotic nudie mags, you've been exposed to the influence of photographer Bob Mizer. A pioneer in the beefcake genre, Mizer began his career in the mid-40s, when imagery of the male nude was banned, and the female nude permissible only in an "art" context. So in 1945, Mizer started the Athletic Model Guild, producing films and photography of scantily-clad men in an "athletic" context.