I never thought I’d say this, but: I’m writing this post from a shoe store. No, not a Foot Locker. I’m talking about the new Toms shop and café in Williamsburg, which has a comfy outdoor patio and wifi out the wazoo.
There are few clothing items all humans of different shapes and sizes can wear and look good in. Not among them are: skin-tight dresses (I’d like a personal apology from whomever created this idea, because my feelings have been hurt far too many times), neon anything, and gaucho pants. Among them are: jeans, Converse, black leather jackets and the ever-so-perfect camel coat.
The classic camel coat look is back in full force this flu season, but fashionistas are noticing something new happening.
Jennifer Yedid, a senior women’s stylist at Harrison Style said a classic look is being “completely reimagined,” with New Yorkers adding their own edgy spin to it, like dressing the affluent coat down with denim or dressing it even more down by getting it oversized and walking around the city with what’s basically a blanket around their body.
When Jane Greengold first decided to stick pumpkins on the fence around her house at the corner of Kane Street and Strong Place in Cobble Hill, she didn’t really think there was a greater meaning behind what she was doing. “At the time I was living in the house and seeing the fence all the time and it just came to me: we should impale pumpkins on it!” said Greengold, an artist and public interest lawyer. “It was a long time ago and I’ve tried to think back, like, where did that idea come from? And I have no idea.”
You may not get a chance to see Josh Cheuse’s classic shots of Run-D.M.C., currently on display in a Greenwich Village shoe shop, but it’d be hard to miss this. The Queens hip-hop legends are the subject of a massive new mural by Eduardo Kobra, the Brazilian artist who gifted the East Village an epic portrait of Michael Jackson back in July. This one has been going up at the corner of 12th and A, exactly 16 years after Jam Master Jay was gunned down in a recording studio in Jamaica, Queens.
“I don’t wanna be buried, in a pet cemetery,” sang the Ramones. But that’s exactly what will happen to the blue-hatted hound atop the Slush Puppie machine when American Deli Market leaves its home of 20 years.
A couple of weeks ago we lamented that Greenpoint Finest Deli had closed, leaving Greenpoint with just one Slush Puppie machine. Namely, the self-serve one an avenue over, at American Deli Market. The neighborhood was lucky to have even that, because Slush Puppies–which, of course, are the thinking man’s Slurpees– are nearly impossible to come by in this age of boutique kombucha, acai-infused coconut water, and yerba mate soda.
While you may be under the illusion that Halloween starts tonight, the city’s hardest partiers have been filling clubs, bars, and warehouses since the weekend. On Saturday, I hopped from the Upper East Side to Brooklyn, visiting underground and above-ground venues like House of Yes, Secret Mansion, and Strangelove Bar, as well as dance parties like BAE’s Mystic’s Playground and the annual Bang On! rave, Warehouse of Horrors. I even stopped by Videology to photograph the bar/screening room before it ghosted.
Are you into arts, crafts, or sharing primal screams with your fellow progressives? From now until Election Day you can go to Protest Factory and watch a crew of prominent writers and artists make protests signs. Among those who will be reading, speaking, and rallying are punk poet Richard Hell, photographers Nan Goldin and Ryan McGinley, musician and performance artist Kembra Pfahler, writers Michael Cunningham and Eileen Myles, and visual artists Marilyn Minter, Barbara Kruger and Laurie Simmons.
Julie Gaines loves doing dishes— which is good, because she owns a dishware store. In 1986, the 55-year-old and her husband Dave Lenovitz opened Fishs Eddy, a chaotic-yet-cozy family business that has become an unlikely Big Apple institution. They’re known for their affordable, sometimes vintage dishware, quirky designs, and folksy charm. All of it is chronicled in Gaines’ new book Minding the Store, out today.
Six years ago today, Superstorm Sandy hit New York City. Streets were flooded, buildings were destroyed, some $19 billion in damage occurred, and 43 people lost their lives. In the Seaport District, water levels reached four feet high. Six years after the city announced that it would build a U-shaped wall designed to protect it from future natural disasters, the plan still has not been carried out.
To the residents of Nolita, Elizabeth Street Garden is an urban oasis. The garden, a schoolyard in a previous life, is a lush patchwork of contemplative nooks crisscrossed with gravel paths and speckled with large stone sculptures. It’s nestled among its brick and concrete neighbors between Prince and Spring streets. The garden is beloved by those who spend their lunch hours on its benches and stroll its paths on their days off.
This summer, my father passed away, suddenly and unexpectedly, from a brain aneurysm. Almost immediately thereafter, I began collecting watches.
There’s a school of thought which holds that forty-something men who purchase luxury items aren’t necessarily going through a “midlife crisis”—buying youthful accessories in an attempt to not seem old—but are instead buying things they’ve alwayswanted, yet are only now, in middle age, able to afford. I wanted a powerful muscle car when I was 16, for example, but was 39 before I could responsibly get one. A similar arc has followed in my life for indulgences like traveling regularly and eating at four-star restaurants on days that aren’t my birthday.