The Hester Street Fair kicked off its ninth outdoor season on Saturday, with more than 20 food and crafty vendors setting up in the usual Seward Park spot under glorious, about-goddamn-time springtime skies. The scene, as always, was plenty festive but also pleasantly low key, because unlike Smorgasburg, which is great for different reasons, Hester Street never really gets uncomfortably mobbed. Even after all these years, this remains very much a neighborhood hang.
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Saturday was International Pillow Fight Day of course, so we hope you had a lovely time surrounded by close friends and family and I guess pummeling each other? But even if you didn’t celebrate the non-holiday, hundreds of others had a blast “swinging the downy” in more than 20 cities around the world (Rotterdam, Atlanta, Hong Kong, etc.) and right here in NYC’s historic Washington Square Park.
Some 150,000 people took to the streets in New York City on Saturday—joining millions of others in more than 800 cities around the world–demanding a change to America’s gun laws and promising to vote out any and all politicians who refused to take immediate action.
As is traditional, Saturday’s St. Patrick’s festivities began in the East Village at McSorley’s, with people lining up outside as early as 5am to get one of the coveted tables up front in this, the oldest continuously operating saloon in NYC. Said tables were quickly blanketed in foamy mugs of ale, both dark and amber, with the occasional plate of corned beef, saltines, or raw onion providing some semblance of sustenance for the determined day-drinkers.
As is custom out on the Rockaway peninsula, St. Patrick’s Day came a couple of weeks early as hundreds of locals took to the streets on Saturday afternoon for the 43rd annual Queens County St. Patrick’s Day Parade. There were bagpipers and novelty leprechaun accessories, high school cheerleaders and brazen public drinking, Irish dancers and union marching bands, cute little kids and craggy Grand Marshals, green everything and terrible t-shirts that said things like “Drunk Lives Matter.”
Bakery masters and all-around decent human beings Erin Patinkin and Agatha Kulaga take another step forward today in their quest to spread delicious treats and boundless joy to all corners of New York City with the opening of their fourth Ovenly bakeshop, a cute little sliver of a spot in Williamsburg on North 5th near Kent.
Physically, it’s not really that challenging a sport. Mentally, even less so; in fact the “better” “players” are usually among the most tipsy. And though Competitive Winter Picnicking might not have made it to PyeongChang this Olympiad, the world–or, at least, a few baffled dog walkers–learned yesterday in chilly, drizzly Prospect Park that the game definitely makes for a strange spectacle.
The New Museum was packed last night for the opening of the fourth Triennial, the Bowery institution’s sprawling, every-three-years gathering of young, emerging artists from around the world. The theme of this edition of the Triennial is Songs of Sabotage, and the museum-wide exhibition fills the space with paintings, videos, and sculptural pieces by some 30 artists from 19 different countries.
Ray Alvarez, the East Village hall-of-famer who has made generations of neighborhood kids and late-night revelers happy with his fried Snickers, chili dogs, and soft serve cones, turned 85 yesterday. As has become the tradition, Ray’s eponymous Candy Store on Avenue A was transformed by his friends and groupies into a burlesque house, as dozens of locals packed inside the tiny shop and a string of dancers got (tastefully) raunchy up on the old, sagging counter.