Not all fancy benefit performances open with a casually-dressed Eric Bogosian nursing a Brooklyn Lager and proclaiming in a deep drawl to the cocktail-clutching audience, “I’ve got a long, thick, well-shaped prick,” but Performance Space 122 isn’t your typical theater.
Gil Faizon and George St. Geegland, uber Upper West Siders, ventured across the river this past Friday to say “Oh, hello” to everyone at “Comedy Central Live in Brooklyn.”
“This is that hipster neighborhood I’ve been hearing all about,” carped St. Geegland (played by John Mulaney), addressing the packed house at the Kings Theatre in Flatbush.
“I know a lot of you complain about new groups coming in and replacing you,” Ada Calhoun told the crowd of East Villagers and ex-Villagers gathered in Cooper Union’s Great Hall last night. “If you’re not a Lenape Indian, I just don’t have a lot of compassion.”
Behind her was a photo of the area in all of its bucolic splendor, 400 years ago – way before the Pinkberrys and the Red Mangos inspired the tongue-in-cheek title of her new hyperlocal history, St. Marks Is Dead: The Many Lives of America’s Hippest Street.
The best holiday of the year set off waves of joy and craziness on Saturday, and we’re not talking about Halloween. Bike Kill, the annual celebration of freaky pedal-powered things and getting drunk while riding them, took over a semi-secluded industrial lot deep in Bushwick and, as you might expect, much delirious mayhem ensued.
The Barnes & Noble at Union Square was packed to the gills last night, with a line already forming on 17th Street long before Patti Smith was due to appear.
Riding the escalator up, we saw kids crowding every floor, sitting amongst the stacks in the hopes of hearing Smith read, even if they couldn’t buy a copy of her new book to get a wristband and get into the seating area and be guaranteed a signature in Smith’s new book, M Train.
A “queer feminist cyborg epic time travel thing” has taken residency at the Loft on Classon for a three-week festival that presents the culmination of the ETLE Universe, a maximalist work of science fiction instigated by Sarah A.O. Rosner in 2012. Bedford + Bowery covered the ETLE Universe this past spring, which saw the unveiling of a graphic novel, 3D-printed rings, and a photography exhibition. Now the collective is showing its final works, including an evening-length performance, a feature-length pornography, a performance of the Universe’s concept album, parties, and lectures (a full listing of showings is available here).
Brooklyn filmmaker Alex Ross Perry and Elisabeth Moss, star of his new film Queen of Earth, may be the first duo to do back-to-back q&as at MoMA and MoMI. They were at the Museum of Modern Art on Monday and then at the Museum of the Moving Image on Tuesday to cap off Perry’s retrospective there. As you can see from the flyer above, the chats continue this week at IFC Center and Lincoln Center.
It’s hard to fit AfroPunk into a box, which is kind of the point. The annual two-day music festival at Barry Commodore Park in Brooklyn is simply a concert, to some. For many others, though, “AfroPunk” is a noun, verb and adjective that describes the broader community and ethos this festival has come to represent over time. We caught up with a few of the thousands in attendance and asked them what exactly “AfroPunk” means to them.
“I’ma slice me some Jedi ass,” was the first of many threats I’d hear walking through Washington Square Park on Saturday night, as almost 2,000 people gathered to wave around glowing plastic tubes from China. In reality, there was very little in the way of actual slicing, but Lightsaber Battle NYC 2015 was not short on imaginative enthusiasm. Fandom and cosplay abounded as New Yorkers gathered in the name of the force and issued gems such as “Chew-bacca on this,” “Your force is weak, son,” and, the crowning of insulting incitations, “You suck Jar Jar Bink dick.”
Why settle for catching glimpses of Alex Karpovsky on the set of Girls when you can see him in a genu-whine short film? “Actor Seeking Role” kicked off the Rooftop Films Summer Series not long ago, and now it has descended onto your humble small screen. As of this week, it’s available on Vimeo.
Pretty much everyone who didn’t score a ticket to tonight’s sold-out screening of Wet Hot American Summer at Nitehawk was parked in McCarren Park last night for SummerScreen’s showing of the 2001 cult classic. And they made the right call: before the flick, they were treated to the first episode of the forthcoming prequel. And it was introduced by director David Wain and cast members Janeane Garofalo, David Hyde Pierce, Zak Orth, A.D. Miles, Ken Marino, and Judah Friedlander. Peep the above video to hear them awkwardly pander to Brooklyn.
Who says all the witches are in Bushwick? This past Saturday, we visited Witchsfest USA, the annual “pagan street faire” on Astor Place. Play the video to experience the Wiccan wonderland.