In October of 1929, a New York Times headline announced: “Odd-Type Buildings to Overlook Church.” Those odd-type buildings would’ve been New York’s first glass skyscrapers, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright to surround St. Mark’s Church-in-the-Bouwerie. Starting Monday, a meticulously restored model of his East Village towers will be exhibited for the first time in over 50 years, as part of a new retrospective at MoMA.
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This month, it’ll be a year since Other Music closed after two decades in business, and yet its storefront still sits sadly empty near the corner of East 4th and Lafayette. Which is why it was kind of surreal to see the indie record shop back in action in Landline, a new dramedy making its New York premiere at BAMcinemafest next Saturday. Like Gillian Robespierre’s previous film, Obvious Child, this one stars Jenny Slate. But this time, she plays a denizen of mid-’90s NYC, a land of Rollerblades, frozen hot chocolates at Serendipity (the cronuts of their day), and references to Helen Hunt’s “full-frontal wedgie” on Mad About You.
When Mac DeMarco took the stage at Governors Ball yesterday afternoon, he told everyone he was psyched to be back in New York. In case you didn’t hear, the troubadour made the obligatory move to Los Angeles last year, ditching his Rockaway digs for a grown-up place in Silver Lake. But not to worry, he’ll be back soon. His label, Greenpoint’s own Captured Tracks, just announced that he’s playing Radio City Music Hall in September.
Governors Ball came in like a something ball this weekend, bringing with it local acts like Parquet Courts, Wu Tang Clan, and Mac DeMarco, who was all smiles and laughs, as well as touring artists like Mississippi’s Rae Sremmurd and English grime act Skepta, who could be heard working the crowd (aka his energy crew) all the way across the island. There was the requisite crowd-riding, courtesy of Cage the Elephant, and SAINt JHN’s hypemen used golden water guns to shoot champagne into the audience. Compared to all this, Childish Gambino’s set was relatively chill, though that didn’t prevent some in the younger-leaning crowd from passing out. We snapped photos of performers like Lorde, Franz Ferdinand, and Phantogram; bumped into A$AP Ferg backstage; and cruised around to see what everyone was wearing. Click through the slideshow to have a look.
Reporting by Shannon Barbour; photos and reporting by Daniel Leinweber – Razberry Photography.
It’s prime street-art season, what with Bushwick Collective’s Block Party coming up. Tomorrow, Saturday, from 11am to 7pm, dozens of street artists will once again descend on the area around Troutman Street and St. Nicholas Avenue and spray away. The lineup of live music is truly insane this year, even after Busta Rhymes canceled. Still in the mix are Foxy Brown, Cam’ron, and Juelz Santana, among others.
Last month, when we told you that Al Franken would be in town to promote his new memoir, Giant of the Senate, our headline was: “Here’s Your Chance to Ask Al Franken If Everything’s Going to Be Okay.”
Jonathan Alter, the journalist who led yesterday’s conversion at Barnes & Noble Union Square, must’ve read that. The first thing he told Franken was, “The basic question I hear all over the place is simply: Are we going to be okay?”
Surely, Williamsburg’s Oslo Coffee Roasters isn’t the only cafe making fun of Trump today, now that he’s gone from his usual facepalm-worthy misspellings to outright inventing words Dr. Seuss-style. If you’ve seen other local establishments celebrating our president’s Joycean way with words, do let us know in the comments. We still haven’t fully woken up today, and we could use a little covfefe break.
Nine lives, indeed! The legendary Pussycat Lounge has quietly reopened after six years of uncertainty.
I haven’t yet read Meet Me in the Bathroom, the oral history of the aughts rock scene that got James Murphy and Nick Zinner reminiscing, but I’d be surprised if the Pussycat Lounge wasn’t mentioned. After all, it’s where Taavo Somer and Carlos Quirarte threw parties before they went on to open downtown hotspots Freemans and The Smile, respectively. At one point, the place was so cool that it appeared in a Times trend piece about the death of the trucker hat. And then, in 2011, the 41-year-old dive was suddenly closed by the city, after its building was deemed unsafe.
Although neighbors managed to prevent the Holiday Inn on Delancey Street from adding a rooftop pool, there are plenty of new ones making a splash this year. Take the ones at the William Vale and the new 1 Hotel in Brooklyn— plus the one that’s coming later this summer to the Williamsburg Hotel. Also returning this season is La Piscine, the modest pool atop the Hotel Americano in Chelsea.
Here’s another outdoor screening series to add to your list, which should already include the Rooftop Films Summer Series, Rooftop Film Club, SummerScreen, Nowadays, Films on the Green, the Dobbin St Sunset Series and so on. The folks behind the Tribeca Film Festival have announced a new series in the shadows of Santiago Calatrava’s big bird, at Oculus Plaza. Tribeca Drive-In will bring al fresco flicks to the World Trade Center on the first Friday and Saturday of each month, June through October.
A week ago we brought word that Good Room, not to be outdone by Output’s rooftop, was bringing a Sunday party to the rooftop of its Greenpoint neighbor, the events space known as Dobbin St. So how did yesterday’s first installment turn out? Not bad, it looks like. The chilly weather didn’t keep a whole bunch of die-hards from boogieing down to Holy Ghost! and their openers, the guys from the Fixed parties. We don’t normally condone Instagramming the unsuspecting while they’re dancing, since it inevitably leads to comments like “Woah, dude in brown jacket be trippin!”. But the clips below serve as valuable intel. The parties continue every other Sunday through the summer.