The Unconventional Lifestyle of a Cocaine Dealer. Part 2.

The Unconventional Lifestyle of a Cocaine Dealer. Part 1. For anyone who has ever wondered where all the kids get the energy, the chutzpah to misbehave and the vitriol to cross the line one only ever need to sit in...

Sea Legs- Coney Island as a metaphor of the decay of the American Dream.

Sea Legs, a film by Craig Butta, fittingly premiered at the low-key Brooklyn International Film Festival. A quietly emotional film, Sea Legs seemed at home in the Brooklyn Heights Theater. Butta performed nearly all aspects of production of the...

The Intrigue of Brunch.

You will know it by the smell of brown sugared bacon, eggs Benedict, blueberry pancakes and lavish juice laden cocktails all had at 2 p.m, who you know if you live in New York City, visit quaint hotels or...

Back to the UN: Challenging Critical Thinking, a Gala.

The Intergovernmental Renewable Energy Organization (IREO) held its 2nd annual Energy Awards Gala at the UN last night, in recognition of upstanding individuals’ commitment to “challenge conventional wisdom and encourage critical thinking to create positive reform.” The mission...

Bud Blacks Aka Euro; Bitches, and all that shit…

In the heart of Bedford-Stuyvesant, things are changing. The Marcy projects look like a work in progress, with concrete and asphalt piled like a catastrophe’s aftermath in the playground and park area. Pharmacies, fresh and new, are springing up...

The Unconventional lifestyle of a Cocaine dealer. Part 1.

The Unconventional Lifestyle of a Cocaine Dealer. Part 2 No one despite what they may think decides to grow up to become an axe murderer, a porn star, an overpaid wall street trader or for that matter a cocaine dealer....

A new kind of Rockstar at the World Science Festival.

It was Wednesday night at the Opening Gala of the World Science Festival, and everyone in the press line was waiting for Alan Alda. We waited, we chatted, we fidgeted in lieu of smoke breaks. People crowded and shoved....

At the Gates: If only I could find a way to take the Chandeliers Home…

There’s an adage in show business that goes something like this “everyone wants to be a star but the truth is how badly do they want to be a star?” Well if anyone turned up to last night’s inaugural...

Green Gala: “Burning Down the House.”

Everyone knows that green is the new black, and it showed at this year’s Celebrate Brooklyn Green Gala at Prospect Park. With organizers aiming to throw a zero-waste event, guests could feel good about themselves as they ate locally...

The Etiquette of Food Shopping

As I was looking over the mesculin selection at Dean and Deluca, this very morning, I could not help but notice the girl picking grapes off the selection and eating them as she stood there. Also on her...

DJ Cat: Hot new PinK.

Meet Catherine Wentworth at a party or hanging out with friends and you’ll come away from the encounter thinking, “What a nice, sweet, intelligent girl.” But catch one of DJ Cat’s Pussy Parties or watch one of her videos...

Sally Golan Night of Social Exposure

The starving artist is a character that appears often in romantic renditions of New York City life. In a city whose door is always revolving, where the young and novel are soon shunted aside as old and stale,...

CJ Reilly- From one tip of Bushwick to South America.

The Bushwick Open Studios and Art Festival is a bit of a Renaissance Fair where intrepid travelers can return to the Williamsburg of yore. Dressed in the costume of hipsters, they can participate in cheap-beer swilling contests, weave golden...

The RHODES: Barreling down in your school bus…

  Last Summer in Washington Square Park, unsuspecting people began to take notice of four lads in white dress shirts and black suspenders playing acoustically. Four part harmonies and many parts flawless rhythm perpetuated the park. With homage to the...

Redefining Punk: TAB comes onto its own…

  There’s a moment while you’re watching "TAB the band," blasting out their fusion of glam pop, rock and Rolling Stones collage that you look at yourself, the indie set wildly bopping away, the John Varvatos suits tucked neatly away...