It’s all happening guys. Okay, maybe not “all.” But when it comes to the Second Avenue subway line, a pipe dream like no other, even “a little bit” of progress is better than nothing. So, rejoice: Phase I is finally set to be completed this December. The MTA is already test driving trains on the new line, as you can see in the positively riveting video above. And this morning, Congresswoman Carolyn B. Maloney, who’s brought buttloads of money to the project in recent years, gave the MTA an A+ on its Phase I report card, part of the representative’s initiative to oversee progress.
Play the videos to hear more from Cedarbaum, who claims the statue’s creators were a mix of Democrats and Republicans. And check out the drama at the end of video #2.
New York is expensive for business owners (ok, and everybody else), and this can ring especially true for those who run performance spaces. Indeed, commercial successes like Hamilton could lure the ignorant into the sense that it’s very feasible to make live theater work with a long and lucrative life. But that runs contrary to the climate that the smaller spaces and companies exist in, even when they’re the ones creating and initially developing the work that goes on to find success. Keep Reading »
Hundreds of dressed-up doggies descended upon Tompkins Square Park on Saturday for the 26th annual Halloween Dog Parade, and it was an adorable sight to behold.
On Tuesday morning, New Yorkers exiting the Bowling Green subway station were confronted by a grotesque statue of a hooved Hillary Clinton she-devil. Her shirt was flung open, leaving her exaggerated body exposed but for a white thong. She had a wild, ecstatic expression on her gargoylesque face as a gleeful Wall Street banker reached from behind her as if to suckle on her breast.
Okay, we were just kidding about that new Garbage Pail Kids card being the height of Abbi Jacobson’s fame. As much as we love GPK, it doesn’t take some pun-happy Art Spiegelman wannabe to immortalize the Broad City co-creator– she’s actually a capable illustrator herself, and she has a nifty new book coming out. On Wednesday, Oct. 26, she and her Broad City co-star, Ilana Glazer, will talk about it at Space Ninety 8 in Williamsburg. Consider it an off-season reunion while you wait for Season 4 to drop.
“Last night was—pardon my French—batshit crazy,” said Jon Vanco of IFC Center, referring to the surprise premiere of Michael Moore in Trumpland on Tuesday. “It was the most circusy, bizarre night on Sixth Avenue that I think we’ve ever had here.”
Update, Oct. 20, 6:13pm: This post has been updated to include comments from the mayor’s office and the Landmarks Preservation Commission.
Elected officials, community activists, labor union members, and preservationists gathered on East 11th Street yesterday to protest a development plan that would demolish five 19th Century tenement buildings to make way for a 300-room hotel. The protest, organized by the Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation and other local groups, attracted several dozen demonstrators who called for Mayor Bill de Blasio to halt the demolition of the buildings.
Several hundred Pussy Power protestors gathered on Fifth Avenue outside Trump Tower yesterday evening for a boisterous bashing of the Republican nominee. Donald Trump–or, as one sign-maker would have it, Cheeto Voldemort–wasn’t home at the time, of course, as he was busy in Las Vegas further humiliating himself and his country. But Donald’s absence did little to diminish the anger of the crowd, or the increasing sense that a righteous triumph was nearly at hand.
Finally, the American public got an October surprise that didn’t involve forcible fondling or 400-pound hackers. Monday night, Michael Moore basically dropped some balloons on everyone by announcing that his new movie, Michael Moore in Trumpland, would be premiering Tuesday at IFC Center. Little was known about what promised to be the Beyoncé of agitprop cinema, but that didn’t stop hundreds of people from storming the theater like they had decided where to invade next.
It’s like I’m on the set of a police series. Is it CSI or SVU? I’ve never been good with acronyms. Two cops escort me while an attendant pushes my squeaking wheelchair through the gloomy hallways of Wyckoff Medical Center’s ER. A drunkard soliloquizes in Polish, a crumpled woman has a coughing fit, and a patient in pajamas stares into space and smiles.
This past Saturday marked the 10th anniversary since CBGB closed its doors for good. Lord knows, the place has been mythologized in that decade: its original awning ended up in the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame Museum; there was (briefly) a CBGB music and film festival; a CBGB restaurant popped up at Newark airport and garnered some of the worst Yelp reviews ever; and the Met even recreated the infamous CBGB bathroom. Heck, we even dusted off some photos from the vault last week.