The group of Pratt alums who opened Pokito were tired of the typical Williamsburg look — “it’s all the re-claimed woods, steel, dark, all the Edison filament bulbs,” said Alex Kleinberg — so they opened a spot on South 4th Street that has a clean, sleek, tile-and-marble dining room where LED lights emitting a rainbow-like glow.
If you haven’t heard of comedian Sue Smith yet, you likely will soon, because Time Out New York named her one of the 10 funniest women in NYC in 2014 and she’s coming out with an EP, Slutty Pretzel, on May 7 on The Experiment Comedy Network. Or maybe you met her in McCarren Park one recent Saturday when — as a member of UCB1, the Upright Citizens Brigade “news” team — she asked you to stick something up your vagina to save the world. We called her up to learn more.
Nirbhaya Takes On Rape: ‘The Gift of This Play Is That It’s Not Fucking Palatable’
On its face, Nirbhaya, which had its American premier at the Lynn Redgrave Theater in the East Village last night, is about the 2012 gang rape of a 23-year-old student in New Delhi. Jyoti Singh Pandey, who was coming home with a friend from the movies, was brutally raped and beaten with an iron rod by six men aboard a bus, then left naked, for dead, by the side of the road. She died days later from internal injuries. The incident spurred angry protests across India, and a documentary about Jyoti’s assault, India’s Daughter, was released earlier this year, banned by an Indian court, and then watched by thousands.
Everyone knows the quickest way to turn your lame tech-bro pad from drab to authentic cool is to fill it with a bunch of vinyl. Just, please, if you’re going to do that at least take the records outside of their plastic casing and rough them up a bit so it looks like you actually listen to them. Oh, and hot tip: make sure you actually have a record player, too — extra points for knowing how to turn it on.
On Wednesday night the Living Gallery in Bushwick was abuzz with punk kids and curious passersby who had stepped inside to soak up the atmosphere of Collective Delusion / Mass Hysteria, a new all-female art exhibition. “Pretty much everyone is involved in the punk or noise scene in some way,” Jennifer Calandra, who curated the event, explained of the participating artists. “They’re mostly ladies I know from the scene here and from going to shows in different states.” The exhibition arrived just in time for the annual punk fest, New York’s Alright, which kicked off last night with shows at the Acheron and Tender Trap and continues throughout the weekend.
Everybody dies. But there’s a high probability you won’t get to experience your own funeral, unless of course you’re imagining it during a Bushwick ayahuasca ceremony. But if you want to find out what it’s like to be dead sans pyschedelics, it may be worth forking over $40 for the “fantasy burial workshop” that Carrie Ahern is offering at the Immersive Gallery, a performance art venue in Williamsburg. We spoke with the local dancer and choreographer to find out more about death LARPing.
The first-ever NYC Queer Porn Film Festival (QPFF) is coming to the Spectrum in Bushwick this Sunday, hot on the heels of February’s NYC Porn Film Festival, which was also held in Bushwick. Festival passes have sold out online, but pre-sales to individual events are still available and tickets will be sold at the door.
Frustration with various aspects of the NYC Porn Film Fest worked as a catalyst for queer pornographers Tobi Hill-Meyer, Jacqueline Mary and Courtney Trouble to come together and plan something they’d already been thinking about for years.
Last time Crystal Moselle ventured into a Lower East Side apartment and emerged with a documentary that showed at the Tribeca Film Festival, she was documenting a Warhol as the cinematographer and co-producer of Excavating Taylor Mead. The subjects of her latest Festival pick, The Wolfpack, are equally if not more eccentric, but you’ve almost certainly never heard of them. Even if you live in their building, you’ve probably never laid eyes on them. That’s because, until recently, the seven children of the Angulo family were almost never allowed to leave their apartment. Their friendless, cloistered lives were akin to Kimmy Schmidt’s time in the bunker, except their bunker happens to be inside of a housing project overlooking Delancey Street.
Michael Keating, who fled to Jamaica after a jury found him guilty of killing a Bushwick teen in 1997, was extradited back to Brooklyn and sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. [Brooklyn Paper]
Just after 5 a.m. this morning, three people received non-life threatening knife injuries as two groups argued in the Union Square subway station. [NY Daily News]
Brothers Joel and Aaron Israel—who own apartment buildings in Williamsburg, Greenpoint and Bushwick—were arrested for various landlord violations. [NY Times]
Time again for our weekly roundup of what’s new on the art scene.
Buccaneer, Masquerade, Suspence, Abundance, Thorn, Champion. Recent works by Brice Brown
April 17 (opening reception 7-9pm) to May 23 at Air Circulation, 160 Randolph St., Bushwick.
Kentucky-born artist Brice Brown created a multi-part installation meant to present a fragmented experienece of the still life genre as a way to explore “the dichotomous impulses inherent in the act of domestication: containment and freedom; restraint and release; a need for chaos and a need for order,” per the artist’s statement. The installation, largely consisting of archival pigment prints, wallpaper design and soft sculpture, draws from The Batsford Colour Book of Roses (1962) and pages from an early 20th century fruit and seed catalog. References to the letterhead design of constructivist-influenced masters such as Piet Zwart are embedded in the pieces.
Yesterday we stopped by D & F Contemporary, a new gallery located in a former discount lingerie store at the corner of Delancey and Orchard, to chat with Don Devore of New York hardcore band Sick Feeling. He’d been at the gallery for the past 30 hours, creating an immersive, one-night-only installation to coincide with the release of “Metaphysical Cops,” the new single and music video by his electro project Collapsing Scenery.
Sup guys? Stuff got a little out of hand last week with all those space films and so this time around we’re bringing you back down to earth. Though as always we’re keeping it weird. This week we’ve got surreal takes on film strips that have been sliced, diced, and “inappropriated.” Also in our lineup (which doesn’t include this week’s standout Tribeca Film Festival screenings; click here for those) is an account of the cray stuff that can happen when IRL begins to reflect art. So welcome back to hell, we’re glad you could join us once again.