Remember those two weeks in 2012 when a frankenstorm left lower Manhattan without power for several days, the military was rolling through the streets, Halloween happened despite it all, Barack Obama won his second term, gay marriage and weed were legalized in a few more states, and then there was a blizzard? Oh and Grimes played? That was pretty weird.
If NYC were a party (which it often is), Sandy's the chick who you don't want to invite because she's going to drink all your booze, get too sloppy, and leave without cleaning up. So with that threat in mind, New Yorkers felt the need to go extra hard in the earlier, safer portion of Halloweekend in case of emergency, which I present to you in all its .giffed out glory. See more at Hyperrealitv!
Alli Coates is a photographer who happens to take photos of nightlife. Whatever 4evr is her new photo column, starring her cast of whimsical and attractive friends and the divey locations that host them. Enjoy.
Museum staff cite local complaints about excess noise and foot traffic, while internet commenters, per usual, blame factors including "debt-fueled gentrification."
Gothamist reports that two women, both 19 and from the Bronx, are suing the promoters of a party called Return to the Bubble Kingdom, at which glow-in-the-dark pool water allegedly left them with irreparable damage to their eyesight.
We have this thing where we immediately roll our eyes literally any time we even hear the words Fashion's Night Out. We don't know why, exactly, but after looking at these photos, taken by the inimitable Bex Wade, we're reconsidering. These people look so cool! Just sitting on stoops and fucking hanging out being all attractive and shit. So we apologize Fashion's Night Out, we won't roll our eyes at you anymore.
About a week ago, Brad (née "Gary Debussy" or @hella_brad) decided to take some acid before a "frat barbecue," and the results range from the predictable:
Lesbians at the Beach
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.
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.
Holiday Party 2010
FREE at the New Museum
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)
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.
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.
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.
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
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