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Are you an artist living in Brooklyn? Want to be a part of this year's Northside Festival? Here's your chance.
This year, Northside Art, a platform for art, interaction and community, will take over a block of Bedford Ave in conjunction with Williamsburg Walks. Temporary wall units, interactive installations and sculptures will be staggered along the block for live painting performances, graffiti and other participation oriented works.
Northside Art is seeking proposals for:
1. live painting/graffiti/collage
2. interactive installations/workshops
3. sculpture/stand alone installations
Please send all submissions and questions to varneyvictoria@gmail.com. See you in June!
This past weekend, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden capped off its month-long, Japanese-inspired celebration of the cherry blossom tree ("Hanami") with a two-day festival called Sakura Matsuri. The BBG organized an abundance of events, including concerts featuring Taiko drums, tea ceremonies, martial arts demonstrations, and an origami workshop. But the main draw, as always, were the cherry blossom trees. And while the BBG always hopes that the blossoms will peak during Sakura Matsuri, well, you can't always control nature. Last year's warm spring meant that the trees had lost their lurid pink glory and were already green by the time the festival came around. But this year? This year's cold, never-ending winter meant that all the botanical stars aligned and that everyone who went to the garden on what turned out to be the nicest weekend of the year so far was treated to a riotous orgy of spectacular colors and arboreal splendor. And if you didn't make it out to Sakura Matsuri? Well, we've got the pictures to show you what you missed.

What is a person's word actually worth? Does a promise need to be kept if it was made to a person who is himself without honor? And why haven't the wildlings ever heard about oral sex before? These are all questions that were debated during this episode and, frankly, they all have equal validity. But putting aside the issue of oral sex for a moment, the themes of honor, betrayal, oaths, and revenge have all been constant in Game of Thrones from the very beginning of the series, when Ned Stark beheads a deserter from the Night's Watch because the man had made an oath never to leave the Wall. Never mind that this man had escaped the murderous White Walkers. He broke his oath and betrayed his brothers, and so he had to die. Along the way, we've seen "honorable" men like Ned lose their lives and total sociopaths like Joffrey keep on keepin' on. We've also seen characters who are meant to be honorable, like Robb Stark, betray oaths and break promises. Westeros exists in a world where people will condemn you for breaking your word, even if you do it in order to slay an insane and homicidal king. What I'm saying is, it's tough out there and navigating through the empty promises and broken oaths isn't easy. It's probably best just to keep your head down (right, Jon Snow?) and stay out of trouble. But it doesn't look like that will be possible for all the characters we've come to know and love. Or, as the case may be, not love at all, but merely tolerate. I'm looking at you, Robb Stark's wife.
Solo shows of new works by Gatson, Wilson, Munson and Ballou are the art picks compiled for our 4/24 issue.

It’s worth remembering that gifted artists come from somewhere, that the first 18 years of their lives follow a familiar cycle of school years. In The English Teacher, a prodigiously talented playwright returns to his hometown and reconnects with his former teacher, who becomes determined to stage a school production of his latest—and incredibly violent—work while flirting with the idea of having an affair with him. This is a good premise, especially since there are a number of interesting ways for it develop: a biting satire like Election? Or enjoyably light like Hamlet 2? Unfortunately, despite some interesting stylistic choices—like a voiceover narrator who becomes inexplicably hostile—it opts for a conventional story that’s amusing enough but oh-so safe. Julianne Moore is quite good in the role, unsurprisingly, but since she could handle a much more challenging character, it’s almost unsatisfying that she doesn’t get to. Frankly, dramatic stakes are difficult to come by when the story’s antagonists are clearly right: theater full of suicides and shootings may not be the most appropriate for a high school. Ryan Vlastelica
Screens tonight, Saturday and Sunday. More info here.

Condoms. Awful, am I right? There is nothing worse than getting your groove on with someone—really dry-humping the fuck out of them—and then pulling out a condom, only to watch them lose their erection. Something about that tiny foil square makes people own up to the fact they are going to have sex, and all of a sudden the weight of what that really means (i.e. holy fuck I don't even know your name and I have a girlfriend) comes barreling down on their dicks, and there goes the wind in that sail. I can honestly say this is one moment where I am glad I am not a man.

Emma Roberts—daughter of Eric, niece of Julia—has really been making a go of it with her indie-movie career, to the point of taking almost the same part twice in It's Kind of a Funny Story and The Art of Getting By. In Adult World, she graduates from alluring teenage love interest to showcase role as Amy, a recent Syracuse University graduate and aspiring poet with a Hannah Horvath-y faith in the arts-career she's certain will materialize. After her parents balk at the grand or so she spends on postage and entrance fees for poetry contests (which I guess means she enters 50 or 60), she moves out in a huff and gets herself a for-now job. (As a former resident of upstate New York, by the way, I can confirm that almost no college graduate, even one in Syracuse, makes the want ads her primary source of leads.)

Gemma Arterton has been, for the past few years, an odd bombshell in search of a good genre-role: after playing Strawberry Fields, the more fun and less-used Bond girl in Quantum of Solace, she took on gods and demons in Clash of the Titans and Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, plus whatever they were fighting in Prince of Persia. In Byzantium, she plays, perhaps inevitably, a vampire. Arterton has a striking, comic-bookish physicality; she's broader-shouldered and less slight of frame than some of her waifish contemporaries. Her vampirism, then, isn't sallow or skeletal: her Clara is a working woman, albeit as some manner of stripper or prostitute as the movie opens—a less risky profession after you've achieved, more or less, immortality.


Well, insofar as we should care what anyone has to say about a TV show with a deceptively small viewership, yes. We should. Gordon is, after all, a feminist icon to legions of women, and a measured adult with a track record of not behaving like an idiot. Which is more than a lot of people inserting themselves into the conversation about Girls can say.



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Oh, man. If there's anything I trust less than pretty much all modes of organized religion, it's organized religion that tries to pull off any kind of "hipster" re-branding. Ugggh. It would be impossible to write about it any kind of way that's even a little bit measured, if these posters of hipster Jesus in Converse weren't also just kind of insane and funny to think about for 30-60 seconds of your day.

For decades, France’s biggest influence on American alternative culture was in film and fashion, an impossibly stylish people who needed to be seen to be appreciated. Lately, the country is dominating our ears. In 2013, the two sharpest focus moments from the whizzing blur that is the Coachella Festival were Phoenix’s on-stage duet with R&B superstar R. Kelly and Daft Punk revealing a fricking commercial for their new record Random Access Memory. Headline status for hedonistic Parisian pop was slow in coming, though. Some Serge Gainsbourg cultists among early-90s slacker collagists aside, French music wasn’t very ubiquitous until Daft Punk creeped into MTV rotation, clothing boutique speakers, and college dorm rooms at the end of the 90s along with original chill bros, AIR. Phoenix, linked closely to both bands, rose even slower as a rock band who rocked much softer than dance and pop acts. While these bands’ embrace of discarded sounds and styles that had been derided for decades now seems prescient, it took a good long while for it to become clear.

This documentary about the Brooklyn rock band The National centers on lead singer Matt Berninger's fuck-up brother Tom, who toured with the group as a roadie and fumbled a documentary out of the experience. Given that the band is one of the best and most exciting out there, this is akin to a profile on the Yankee's water boy, or close-ups of the Mona Lisa's frame. There's surprisingly little concert footage, and revelations about the group's dynamics or creative process are few and far between. (The interview questions essentially satirize the format: Do you get sleepy on stage? Where do you see the band in 50 years?)
Earlier today, Christine Quinn proposed legislation that would raise the legal cigarette-buying age to 21 from 18, in a bid to keep smokes out of the grubby, nicotine-stained little hands of teenagers.

Revenge. Is it ever moral? Does that even matter? It sure tastes sweet on the lips, about as sweet as the sound of the Valyrian language tripping off the tongue of the mother of dragons. And that? Tastes really, really sweet. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This episode was about paying a price and seeking vengeance and never giving up because revenge can sure as hell be served cold and in a box if need be, but mostly, this episode is about never underestimating Daenerys Stormborn because she is a dragon and a dragon is not a slave. Let's call this episode "Dragon Unchained." The D is not silent, but it might as well be.