“It was amazing to me that my peers, the men, had custom fitting options galore. But for the women, it was very hard for us to find suits that fit properly, and suits that weren’t so old-fashioned and conformed to our modern standards,” Mowarin said.
“I’m not into sex. I’m into freedom,” Barry Gibbs tells Zoe Potkin’s camera, turning to look back from the wheel of his car. His partner, Myrna, had interjected while Gibbs explained his several medical conditions to Potkin. Prison, he says, brought him more health problems than most people could understand.
A Union Square institution, Coffee Shop, served its final brunch Sunday with one last samba performance by Maucha Adnet, her trio, and a pair of roving carnival dancers. Charles Milite and Eric Petterson– who own the restaurant with Karolyn Effer, wife of music producer Jellybean Benitez— were on hand for the farewell, and fondly remembered a New York magazine story about the Brazilian diner’s opening 28 years ago. It noted “the late-nighters who’ve been thronging Coffee Shop and its secret room in the back–artists, actors and young models wearing black tights and gold medallions.” At the time, Patterson said he wanted the 23-hour diner to recreate the feeling of Brazil: “the sensuality, the music, the friendliness of the people.”
If you were thinking of going Halloween shopping at the Salvation Army store on the corner of Bedford and North 7th, sorry, it was demolished in 2013 and its prime plot at 180 Bedford was sold to Thor Equities for $36.1 million in 2015. Since then, speculation has run rampant about what would replace the thrift shop (an Apple Store? a grief center for the neighborhood’s remaining hipsters?), and now we have the answer. Surprise! It’s a very, very swank Chase branch.
The evolution of pizza goes as follows: it was made, it was popularized, it was sloppified, it was morphed into thin and thick slices, and, now, it’s being made into art.
The grand entrance was an assassination.
Gavin McInnes, the founder of the ultranationalist group the Proud Boys, spoke Friday night at the New York Metropolitan Republican Club on the Upper East Side. He barreled into the stately townhouse hall wielding a (fake?) katana. The event ended in the street brawls that the Proud Boys have come to be known for, and three arrests.
If it was easy for beginners to make latte art, it wouldn’t be latte art.
It takes hands that can sense when milk is heated to approximately 60 to 65 degrees celsius.
Halloween always brings its share of Shining twins and Clockwork Orange droogs, but this October is going to be an especially Kubrickian one. Not only is The Shining newly streaming on Netflix and playing at IFC Center tonight and tomorrow, but on Oct. 26 the Museum of the City of New York will throw a Kubrick bash to coincide with its exhibit of the filmmaker’s early photos.
The only way to describe Amazon’s 4-Star brick-and-mortar store is to say that it’s like stepping into the website, sort of empty and utilitarian, packed with things you didn’t know you wanted and probably don’t need. Except that bright yellow signs remind you that you do, in fact, need that mint green KitchenAid mixer or that Harry Potter Clue game.
Just like on the website, because you bought that Harry Potter game there’s an entirely irrelevant celebrity item beside it (like Chrissy Teigen’s cookbook), and beside that, a TV where you can watch Chrissy do whatever she does and binge-watch the entire Harry Potter series in 24 hours. Amazon really has captured the niche atmosphere of Walmart meets Paper Source meets Giant Tiger meets Barnes & Noble’s sale section right before closing.
There are two Alex Camerons. In real life, he’s a 30-year-old musician from Sydney, Australia; he’s thoughtful and mild-mannered, with a casual charisma that’s both movie-star cool and boy-next-door affable. Then there’s another Alex Cameron, the artistic construct that creeps and croons across his first two albums, Jumping the Shark and Forced Witness. In his music, which some critics have described as “sleaze pop,” Cameron switches between the perspective of an earnest pop-singer with wry lyrics, and a cast of depraved characters that reflect our internet-addled society’s worst impulses. On October 11, all of these iterations of Cameron will take the stage at Warsaw in Brooklyn, a concert venue tucked inside the Polish National Home.
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