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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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.
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.
But who's bringing the most heat?
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.
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.
Back in December, there were a lot of (mostly unverified) reports of a series of attacks on women in Bushwick, mainly focused on a single attacker who "grabs the women in the dark from behind and slams them against a building wall." This, of course, led to a lot of concern among neighborhood residents, but not much clear follow-up.
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.
I like how most of the review is basically "It's not as good as Pervert's…
I don't know man - Dip > 25 Bucks
Ludicrous overreach!! How did this make it past an editor??