Secret Loft opened its doors to Manhattan on Friday night as it celebrated its new home across the river from where it started in Brooklyn. The new space, which until recently housed Babycastles before that venue moved two buildings down, was filled with a sold-out audience for the long-running Secret Loft Comedy Show.
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Greenwich Village’s creative flame burned bright this Independence Day as Cornelia Street Cafe celebrated its 40th Anniversary. The cafe, which has been serving food along with performances of all kinds since the neighborhood’s bohemian heyday, took over its sleepy one-block stretch for an afternoon of music, memories and lots of rosé.
Brendt Barbour kicked off the 17th annual Bicycle Film Fest the same way he has kicked off all the others– by leading the crowd at the San Damiano Mission in Greenpoint in a call-and-response chant of “bikes rock.” After the chant finished echoing off the saints painted on the church’s domed ceiling, it was time for Blonde Redhead members Simone and Amedeo Pace to perform a live score for the acclaimed bicycle race documentary A Sunday In Hell. For 90 minutes, the two musicians and their band brought orchestral accompaniment to a film in which a symphony of 25 cameras covered the 1976 running of the Paris Roubaix bicycle race.
Jazz music emanated on a quiet stretch of Morgan Avenue last Thursday as Periodical, a pop-up lounge by local party organizer Lindsay Arden, held its premiere night. With a full band and classy cocktails, Periodical brought to life the space recently vacated by East Williamsburg restaurant Fitzcarraldo. Lindsay, who has most recently been organizing the mega-parties for JunXion at venues like House of Yes in Bushwick and the Paper Factory Hotel in Long Island City, has started her own quant hideaway with all the little elements that have made her bigger endeavors a success.
Michael Arenella’s 12th Annual Jazz Age Lawn Party finished off its summer’s first weekend on Governors Island with a healthy heat that was free of humidity. The comfortable temperature encouraged everyone to linger at picnics under the trees gracing the island’s historic parade ground. Eventually they were summoned to the wooden dance floor for the final soirees. As the sun dwindled, Arenella’s swinging Dreamland Orchestra kept their feet jumping as one encore led to another. After every time Michael said it was the last song, his orchestra would spring forth with another. In the fictional Depression-era setting, all could say they got their money’s worth. When the finale creshendowed, Michael grabbed his microphone and thanked the crowd before adding, “Now I’ll ask everyone to please come up to the stage, we’re going to take a big group portrait like they used to do years ago!”
Click through the slideshow to see what you missed. And don’t fret: The lawn party returns August 26 and 27.
Tonight, Supechief Gallery will celebrate its fifth anniversary at its new space in Ridgewood. What started out as a live-in loft space has now expanded to two warehouse-sized buildings in New York and Los Angeles that can feature large-scale installations and even larger murals. The anniversary is part of bi-coastal exhibition that opened in LA on June 3, featuring over 50 favorite artists whose work will be rotated over the course of the summer, through September 1.
Party contingents from all over Brooklyn convened in Lakewood, Pennsylvania this past weekend for a rural edition of the Elements festival that BangOn! inaugurated last year in Red Hook (it’ll return there this August). From Friday afternoon till Monday morning, attendees danced, relaxed and caroused around four stages, a roller rink, wellness tents, and an all-out techno club run by Bushwick’s Members Only. The rain that was predicted for the weekend didn’t deter the thousands from partying on as the literal elements of water and earth made for a muddy party.
Don Pedro went out with a bang this past Sunday thanks to a 10-band lineup that went till 4am. The music rocked, beer rained overhead, and cigarettes from the basement made the place smell like a pre-Bloomburg punk paradise. The goodbye had been in the works ever since it was announced in March that the Williamsburg property had been sold.