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by Henry Stewart on
Tue, Feb 28, 2012 at 1:22 PM
Brooklyn Trends
Most Brooklyn neighborhoods were smoking less but binge drinking more in 2007 than they were five years earlier, according to data compiled by Brooklyn College's Center for the Study of Brooklyn. Two thirds of Brooklyn's community districts saw increases in binge drinking, while every district except Community District 18 (Bergen Beach, Canarsie, Flatlands, Marine Park and Mill Basin) saw a decrease in cigarette smoking. The largest increase in binge drinking by percentage point (+2.7) was in CD1, which includes Williamsburg and Greenpoint, followed closely by CD4, which encompasses Bushwick, with 2.4 percentage points. CD1 reported the highest levels of binge drinking, as well: 19.4 percent of residents binge drank. The lowest levels were CD12, which includes Borough Park and Kensington, where it was 8.5 percent.
The Tunnel (at left) now houses several galleries and the Moving Image art fair (at right).
Earlier this month Orchard Street gallerist Lisa Cooley announced that her gallery would move to 107 Norfolk Street, a location familiar to many as the venue Tonic. And last week the gallery Hauser & Wirth—which has locations in London, Zurich and on the Upper East Side—announced it would take over the massive former garage on West 18th Street that housed the infamous roller disco and club The Roxy. But the club-to-gallery transition is nothing new; in fact it's something of a natural cycle in New York real estate ecology, as evidenced by these 5 Galleries That Were Legendary Nightlife Spots.
Does this qualify as de-gentrification? Paul Kasmin, owner of the eponymous blue chip Chelsea gallery at the corner of West 27th Street and Tenth Avenue (and a small annex space on 27th), has bought the neighboring space formerly occupied by West Side nightclub Bungalow 8, and tells ArtInfo that he'll be turning the skylight-lit space into another gallery, likely dedicated to sculpture.
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by Deirdre Hering on
Tue, Dec 21, 2010 at 9:55 AM
This past Friday afternoon, we shut things down in the office a bit early for The L Magazine's annual Secret Santa gift exchange and office holiday party. According to The Ls official mathematician Sarah Shanfield, the ratio of booze to actual gifts was about 5 to 2 this year—great job guys! After a rousing rendition of the 12 Days of Christmas led by all of your favorite bloggers, the next logical step was to take it to the streets, ie. Home Sweet Home, Santa's favorite watering hole on the LES. We drank, we danced, and we drank some more.
Now dont feel bad if you were on the naughty list and missed all the fun— photographer John Flowers was there to document it all! Click the slideshow below to see your friendly neighborhood L staffer getting down on the dance floor.
Last night the New Museum held an opening party for its new exhibition of art inspired or informed by the near-freedom of information and content on the internets, Free (through January 23). Curator Lauren Cornell, most of the artists, and a cross-section of the New York art world was in attendance, and we were there taking pictures of them all to post for free on the internet, our unsolicited contribution to the exhibition. (photos by Crystal Gwyn)
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by Jonny Diamond on
Fri, Sep 24, 2010 at 2:39 PM
We just got word about a pretty cool party happening tomorrow night. In Bushwick. Which is a neighborhood in Brooklyn. Which is cool. Super-secret special details after the jump.
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by Mark Asch on
Tue, Jul 27, 2010 at 10:58 AM
If the Brooklyn Paper continues to go with this image, we will, too.
Last week we took note of a raid and possible eviction at the Clinton Hill space occupied by the arts collective Rubulad, whose periodic party we named the city's best underground to-do just last year. Rubulad representatives dropped by the comments with their official statement, in which they noted inconsistencies between the Fire Department (who announced their "eviction," citing fire-safety violations in the first-floor studio/event space's "illegal cabaret") and the Department of Buildings (who issued a noise violation but have not written up any safety violations or expressed intent to lock Rubulad out).
The Rubulad folks have now moved back into their apartments, the Brooklyn Paper's Aaron Short reports, though the first-floor studio/event space remains off-limits—pending, yes, the resolution of the FDNY and DOB's competing assessments of the space's safety. (This partly according to a spokesman for Williamsburg assembleyman Crazy Joe Lentol, pulling a Schumer and making himself visible around cool-kid issues.) Actual specific fire-code violations and subsequent improvements to the space, or else a slow quiet backing-down from the FDNY, seem the likeliest next steps, to be followed in either case by the resumption of crazy hipster raves you're glad are still happening even if you would never go to them because you dress like a junior editor at the New Republic.
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by Mark Asch on
Thu, Jul 22, 2010 at 10:45 AM
The Brooklyn Paper has this photograph of an Authentic Brooklyn Artist moving out of his soon-to-be-shut-down loft.
City inspectors raided? visited? two artists' spaces in Williamsburg yesterday—573 Metropolitan Avenue, reported as a workspace for Bushwick's 3rd Ward, and 151 Kent Avenue, an artist loft—after complaints of illegally converted space, local reporter Aaron Short, writing for the Post, reports. Last month's passage of the LoftLaw grants protections to residential tenants in industrial-zoned buildings, but requires buildings to be up to code—573 Metropolitan's owner will be required to fix its fire escape, it appears.
Meanwhile, the city has also issued an eviction notice to Rubulad, occupants of building at Flushing Avenue near the BQE (Clinton Hill? South Williamsburg? Bed-Stuy?), where the arts-collective-that-also-throws-killer-parties has, seemingly, picked up enough noise complaints to negate the gentlemen's agreement that often allows cool things to go on in otherwise vacant industrial buildings.
Hey, listen—I work at a desk and report things secondhand, so if I'm missing anything important, email or something.
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by Henry Stewart on
Wed, May 5, 2010 at 1:22 PM
Literally translated, "Cinco de Mayo" means "Drinking Holiday". It's the Mexican answer to St. Patrick's Day, which Mexicans began to celebrate when racist Irish immigrants forbade them to partake in the city's Marchtime alcoholic festivities. "We'll just get drunk in May then," those Mexicans said. (Christians agree not to celebrate drinking holidays in April, in honor of Easter, which sometimes happens then.)
Today, we don't have racism anymore because Obama won, so we can all celebrate the year's copious drinking holidays. Suggestions after the jump. (Thanks to Robert Tumas for the leggooglework!)
For the uninitiated: from what I hear, LSD often comes in sheets of many, many tabs that have been dipped in an LSD solution so that each tab is of a roughly similar dosage. The decoration of these sheets of LSD tabs has long been a bit of an exclusive little art world all its own, and the pro-mind expansion site Erowid has a huge database of so-called LSD blotter art, most of which were submitted anonymously, and which range from the typically psychedelic to truly high art—like Andy Warhol's Marilyn Monroe and Shepard Fairey's Obama, above. (NOTCOT)
Last night wealthy Brooklyn Museum patrons were treated to one of Jennifer Rubell's epic food installation performances for the institution's annual Brooklyn Ball gala, which, as previously reported, ended with the smashing of a giant pinata in the shape of Andy Warhol's head. Included in the spread: suspended melting blocks of cheese inspired by Bruce Nauman’s Ten Heads Circle/Up and Down (1990), champagne dispensers inspired by Marcel Duchamp’s infamous urinal Fountain (1917)—ew!—and a potato chip installation (pictured) made to evoke by Jackson Pollock’s One: Number 31 (1950), in which diners squeezed out tubes of paint-like toppings onto a giant pile of crisps. Check out more delicious photographs of the evening on the BK Museum's Flickr page. (Have some food ready within reach; artful foodie decadence is really mouth-watering.)
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by Henry Stewart on
Tue, Mar 16, 2010 at 12:22 PM
Michael Shannon and family left last night's Falconworks fundraiser right about the time it turned into a dance party. But not before he and several other Professional Actors gave mildly unrehearsed readings of some of the original work the non-profit theater company has produced. The Red Hook-based Falconworks works with teens and adults in transforming their life experiences into theater, and the samples performed by the Academy Award-nominated Shannon, who'll be seen in the upcoming Runaways, and others dealt with dysfunctional families and housing project flirtations, among other subjects, written in an authentic vernacular. It was a treat to see a secret Shannon show, but even more fun was watching him follow his toddler around all night. Celebrities—they're just like us!
This week we danced, played with puppies, ate fro-yo and dealt with the Kubler-Ross Model for the stages of grief while wearing prom dresses. It was an emotional roller coaster, lets see if we handled it with maturity.
FRIDAY -At work, Paige is given a bottle of Three Olives Orange-Flavored Vodka, from The L Magazine's generous editor, Jonny Diamond: Age 24 -After work we all get ready for a night in Manhattan, we are extremely excited, like tourists (because Friday's too often are spent resting for Saturday festivities): Age 18
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by Jonny Diamond on
Mon, Mar 1, 2010 at 2:13 PM
Here's some good news: last year had the fewest drug-overdose deaths in New York City in ten years, with a creepy, creepy number of 666. Seriously, 666. Is that more or less than you would've guessed? Maybe I'm naive but I would've guessed somewhere in the mid-100s. The same study told us that pot is the most commonly used illicit substance in the city, which, duh. Also—and this kind of alarmed me—drug overdoses are the third most common cause of death for New Yorkers between 25 and 34, which is pretty much you, who is reading this. So please be careful with that laudanum habit you've been affecting. Thanks.
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by Jonny Diamond on
Mon, Feb 22, 2010 at 4:24 PM
"Sometimes I like to drunk-poop."
Yuck. Some convention-attending business dude (MAYBE IT WAS A PAPER SALESMAN! Those guys are crazy) got really drunk at a Court Street bar, after which he wandered into a Livingston Street apartment around midnight, perhaps mistaking it for his hotel. At that point he went to the laundry room and took a shit, followed by a crap in an actual apartment. Also, he was naked. Yup.
Obviously, this is just a really gross story, but not to get too personal with you (it's just me and you, right?) I honestly can't remember the last time I got drunk and felt the need to defecate. In fact, I don't know that I've ever done that. (Again, between me and you) I don't think I have any particular issues with matters of the bowel, but the idea of doing such a thing while drunk seems utterly foreign to me. (Matters of the Bowel... heh, my new rom-com screenplay.)
Also, sorry if you've read this far. Grossest post yet at thelmagazine.com.
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by Jonny Diamond on
Fri, Feb 19, 2010 at 1:33 PM
Look out! Beatniks!
It's Friday night everybody! Woot! I will be going to the Birdsong (issue #11) reading/party/arts collective happening at 3rd Ward's satellite space tonight (573 Metropolitan Ave, at Lorimer). What is Birdsong? Well, it seems to me to be a group of young men and women who've refused to give up on the idea of art as transcendent and essential; also, they like to get drunk and dance around, also.
Hosted by poet Tommy Pico, tonight's event will feature readings from Birdsong #11, music by folk duo PAPS (go here and listen to the song "Seen It All"—so good it makes me want to spit). The special token sad old person guest reader tonight (disclosure: I was once one of those) is poet and historian Jennifer Michael Hecht, who wrote a book called Doubt: A History. I heard Ms. Hecht interviewed on Speaking of Faith and she's smart and funny and seems like the kind of person you'd want to be seated beside at an otherwise unpleasant dinner party (sad old people represent!).
We had high hopes for old age this past weekend, as Guggenheim parties and parties with people wearing masks were to be attended. However, we got packages with candy in them from our mothers and totally blew off the Super Bowl in lieu of eating this candy and watching "Teen Mom":
FRIDAY -Paige is grumpy and lame after an exhausting work week and decides to stay in: Age 34 -She and her boyfriend rent I Love You, Man and she laughs hysterically the entire time, Jason Segal elevating her from her grump: Age 15 -Holly and Kristy head to the First Friday's at the Guggenheim to listen to DJ Chromeo while looking at Chagall: Age 30 -Holly finds a 24 oz Bud Light Lime and sips it through a straw while riding train to Upper East Side: Age 20
In this installment of the Maturity Index, Paige and Holly learn a valuable lesson about wearing shorts in January.
This weekend we were verbally assaulted by a middle-aged woman wearing what appeared to be a crown of mink, while we were wearing PETA-approved faux leopard/puma coats. This was awesome and without a doubt the highlight of January 2010. This lady should learn to act her age. Who, besides Regina George, just makes fun of girls like that?
Here's what citygirls Paige and Holly did this weekend. Are they... growing up?
If there is one thing we learned this weekend, it's that our maturity is inversely correlated to the temperature outside. The lower the mercury dips on the thermometer, the more elderly we become, and this weekend as the temperature plummeted we started applying for our AARP cards...