Tag: Brooklyn
CMJ Takes a Bite out of Williamsburger.
Photos courtesy of Rob Loud.
Pink spandex pants. Unfortunately, these are seen often enough to become normal, if not passe. Whatever their status, the singer from Sleighbells got on stage and did some uhs and ohs sporting these trendy slacks....
Gentrification- A Daring dash for Real Estate…
It all began with a Hasidic.
This isn’t to say that I mind those of the Jewish faith or culture, no matter how fundamentalist. In fact, I find them rather charming. Walking through Williamsburg often feels like a random...
Slaughter in Williamsburg.
Saturday Night in Williamsburg- the hipster's are starting to look more like Taliban with their 12 inch beards and track bikes (bikes without brakes.) There is no stopping the influx of these pirates blindly plowing down Bedford, just hoping...
A Tribute to Brooklyn (Crooklyn) NY , courtesy of Spike Lee.
This past Thursday night big things were happening in a tiny curved gallery as the art installment of the Spike Lee Tribute opened. Greeted with red velvet cupcakes from Cake Man Raven, the night was going to be Glory...
Brooklyn International Film Festival Awards Night:How they triumphed.
Rarely considered accordingly, film can be easily considered the crux of artistic expression. Integrating all manner of emotion-piquing writing, music, performance, and visual arts into a fusion of brilliant cinematography, filmmakers are at the cutting edge of artisan enlightenment...
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...
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...
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...
Melanie Bonajo Book Launch; a loss for words.
Photography by Paul WR Perez.
A large, yellow school bus lumbers past the fire escapes of Brooklyn tenement buildings.
Hebrew letters sprawl across its side, seemingly strange in the urban corner of Williamsburg where, two blocks ago, Bedford Avenue buzzed with...
Beyond the Jugular: The New Feminists arrive.
In an art world and a wider culture that so often portrays women as models and muses as opposed to the creators of their own art and void comes Lauren Ross’s wonderfully curated video ensemble – ‘Reflections on the...
Red Hook or be dammed. After party for BKFW.
The first instance of Fashion Week to be held in the rising borough of Brooklyn was capped off with a similarly-incongruous after-party sponsored in part by our publication (whether by folly or a very clever attempt to achieve the...
Brooklyn Fashion Weekend 2009.
Photography by Seana Cavanagh
In these uncertain times it takes a brave soul to organize a collective showcasing burgeoning fashion designers, that or folly. Enter Rick Davy who with grit and unchecked enthusiasm managed to pull off a crowd pleaser...
Sunday Night Crises with Hipsters.
The Glasslands Gallery has all the expected hallmarks of a Williamsburg absurdist theatre: bikes, stuffed animal heads, vintage appliances, undulating, gender-less masses and assorted ironic accoutrement. My drink tickets were ripped up Uno cards, reminiscent of a by-gone era...
Sun K. Kwak- Undulating and Winding deep into your Soul.
When you first walk into the Brooklyn Museums vast 5th room floor (the B.Gerald Cantor Gallery) your first impulse is to run your hands through your hair, turn your knees and walk which ever way your heart will allow....
Batsheva Dance Company leaves us Mesmerized at BAM.
Curtain rises, absolute stillness. Women are in a deep knee bend in front of men, statis dripping in the air between them (and us, the audience). Waiting, waiting. An audience member coughs. Another. We are holding our breath. And...
