You wake up in a hospital. There is a doctor standing over you in scrubs, running his hand down a clipboard, a mask pulled tight across his face. There’s a vague beeping behind you and the sounds of miserable sobbing coming from somewhere. The beeping grows longer and louder until, all of a sudden, it flat-lines and your consciousness (soul? being?) rises up out of your body. “Let me tell you a secret. . .” a calm, female, British voice says from somewhere as your consciousness floats into a cosmic, hallucinogenic light show on the way to your alien afterlife.
Mixing alcohol with your feelings about Trump may not be ate best idea (remember what happened to this guy?), but this week some local watering holes are inviting you to do just that, by handing out stamped postcards addressed to the country’s most dependable smdh trigger. It’s all in conjunction with The Ides of Trump, a letter-writing campaign based on the assumption that our president reads. “Just as the Romans did for Julius Caesar, you and I will now do for Donald J. Trump — only with postcards,” says the Facebook invite. Okay, it’s doubtful this day will end with Trump saying, “Et tu, Bannon?”, but whatever. Here’s where to post up.
Detractors of the late Lynne Stewart view her as a mouthpiece for evildoers who was imprisoned for helping a convicted terrorist communicate with his violent followers. Her mostly leftist supporters clearly revere the once prominent Lower East Side lawyer as a zealous defender of the poor and the grievously oppressed. During a funeral service held Saturday morning at St. Mark’s Church-in-the-Bowery, dozens of them joined Stewart’s relatives and friends in mourning her death and celebrating her life as an activist. They made it plain that Stewart did not go gently into that good night. Nor would they.
“She had tremendous love and she taught us not to be afraid,” said Zenobia Brown, Stewart’s physician daughter by Ralph Poynter, her longtime second husband. “We will not be going quietly and we will make mom proud– whether it’s for helping political prisoners or [providing] financial support” for her varied left-wing causes.
The Flea’s founders explained the move in an email:
It’s a bittersweet moment for us, as our flagship location in Fort Greene is where this whole trip began. With a brand-new running track laid at the [Bishop Laughlin Memorial High] school over the winter and the chance to expand beckoning at East River State Park, however, it made sense to make this move now. The Flea loved every moment of its nine years at Bishop Loughlin, and we thank everyone at the school for their partnership over the last decade.
The Flea’s Sunday markets are staying put this season: Sunday Smorgasburg will remain at Prospect Park’s Breeze Hill, where it has been since 2015, and the Sunday Flea will remain at DUMBO’s Archway under the Manhattan Bridge. You’ll recall that the Sunday Flea took place in Williamsburg until last season, so the Saturday Flea’s move to the neighborhood is a homecoming of sorts.
It’s all one big game of musical chairs. Speaking of chairs, maybe you can score a nice little Eames number during the Flea’s opening weekend, April 1 and 2.
Dokonoko was launched by Tokyo-born graphic designer Reina Sugiyama and her fellow New Yorker Lacey Voss, who has designed for American Outfitters and Victoria’s Secret. The brand describes itself as “a play on many things: Japanese and American cultures, femininity and feminism, identity and stereotypes, and the seriousness of the retail world.” The quintessential “Dokonoko woman,” according to the brand’s manifesto, had an international upbringing (Sugiyama was a globe-trotting diplomat’s daughter) and “found her freedom to be truly herself” in New York City.
After leaving its lot on the corner of Willoughby and Wyckoff, the Bushwick Flea has revealed its new location: It’ll be at 16 Harrison Place– “in the heart of trendy Bushwick,” it says– when it reopens for the season March 18 and 19 at 10am. The location is technically in East Williamsburg, off the Morgan stop.
Yep, it’s been just about three years since we brought word that Dirck the Norseman had launched its in-house brewery, inspired by the traditions of English, German, and Belgian beer-makers. A lot has changed since Ed Raven, a former Brooklyn Brewery employee and owner of Greenpoint’s Brouwerij Lane beer shop, launched Brooklyn’s first brewery-restaurant. Since then, local endeavors like Kings County Brewers Collective, Interboro Spirits & Ales, Bridge and Tunnel Brewery, Rockaway Brewing Company and Third Rail Beer have gotten off their feet. Oh, and let’s not forget Threes Brewing, which just opened a Greenpoint pop-up. (On the other hand, Greenpoint Beer Works powered down last year.)
A former NYU student won $29 million in court after a fall from a fire escape caused her to become a paraplegic. [NY Post]
A city study tells us what we already know: small music venues are at risk. [Brooklyn Vegan]
Extell’s development on 14th Street, which will be home to a Target, has topped out. [EV Grieve]
The northwest corner of McCarren Park has become twice as see-and-be-sceney ever since the Maison Premiere folks opened Sauvage right across from the ever-popping Five Leaves (not to mention their new neighbor Pretty Southern, the fried chicken joint from Top Chef hunk Sam Talbot). Now the tiny triangle bounded by Bedford, Nassau, and Manhattan is getting a new hipster magnet: Alexandra Siwiec is transforming her old flatiron-shaped spot, Nights and Weekends, into a round-the-clock cafe and restaurant.