The rumors are true: Shia LaBeouf is currently holed up in the bowels of Angelika Film Center, where over 70 people are lined up waiting for the opportunity to watch Nymphomaniac with him. The line has steadily grown since I showed up to his #AllMyFilms “performance” around 3:20 p.m., when there were just a few dozen stalkers patrons of the arts queued up.
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“You can never have too many cats,” said no one ever.
Owning more than two cats above a certain age may be frowned upon, but few creatures are as universally hilarious. Just look at your Facebook feed.
Having recently shared some events for dog lovers, it’s only fair we give equal time to the book launch of Felines of New York, Jim Tews’s twist on Brandon Stanton’s famous Humans of New York. Instead of scrappy artists trying to make rent, or elderly couples holding hands on park benches, Tews takes a street-level (and couch-level, and carpet-level) view of the ordinary lives of New York City’s cats.
This weekend Spoonbill & Sugartown Booksellers is hosting a sale at its Williamsburg warehouse, soon to be replaced by a new facility on Montrose Avenue.
“We are just clearing out old stuff we don’t want to take with us to the new warehouse,” co-owner Jonas Kyle told us over the phone. The “hodgepodge of stuff” includes art books, poetry, and literature.
It’s raining when I head to Greenpoint to meet writer Sean Edward Lewis and actress Claire Campbell, theater artists making experimental work under the name Lilac Co. They’re a unique pair, reminiscent of the muse and the artist: Campbell, fresh-faced and young, is from Brighton, England (“Lots of hippie mums by the sea”), fresh out of drama school overseas. Lewis, older and gruffer, grew up north of Los Angeles in Ventura County, attended CalArts for graduate school, and has been in New York writing and showing his own experimental work as an auteur of sorts for ten years now.
Some say the height of fancy dress was when the most famous architects of the New York City skyline came to the annual Beaux-Arts ball dressed up as the buildings they created. Well, local artist James McGann (a.k.a. Maskbread) is giving it a run for its money with his handmade, papier-mâché Halloween masks. In fact, it’s exactly the meticulous attention to detail that went into the homemade Halloween costumes of yore that inspires him. “Everyone spent so much time crafting these beautiful costumes and going out. The whole feeling of that time was something that really spoke to me.”
While DIY music venues are pretty much done for on the waterfront, a new independent comedy club– run by comics, for comics– has popped up amongst luxury housing and sprawling new developments in Williamsburg. The Experiment Comedy Gallery isn’t located inside a gritty warehouse, but this former furniture store is an equally barebones kind of deal (for now anyway), save for a monochromatic psychedelic window mural.
The space is much closer to the Silent Barn than it is to, say, Caroline’s– and that’s very much intentional– the founder Mo Fathelbab and his artistic director, Eliana Horeczko, are trying to keep ticket prices at a minimum. “If there’s one word to describe what we’re really all about, it’s accessibility,” Eliana explained. “We’re really focused on giving people the opportunity to perform– like, all people, not just a small group.”
At first glance, PEN America’s Lit Crawl 2015 might look like a family-friendly affair, with innocuous activities like face painting and board games. But take a closer look and it’s got a bit of edge, and not just because of the booziness. This year’s Lit Crawl, on October 21, promises to be a hammed up, carnival-esque affair. Hosted by graphic storyteller Mira Jacob and BuzzFeed Books editor Isaac Fitzgerald (a former “biker-bar employee”, according to the New York Times), how could it not be?
Nothing beats a blue Monday quite like a musical genre-bender, feminism and a cozy Greenpoint piano bar. Look no further than The Hum, a residency and weekly performance featuring female musicians working within genres as eclectic as R&B, art-rock, spectral pop, classical and punk.
For he’s a jolly good Fela, and so is David Lee Roth. This Saturday, celebrate the legendary frontmen and bon vivants at these two fests.
Saturday, Oct. 17, 4pm at The Diamond, 43 Franklin St., Greenpoint; free.
Might as well jump. The Diamond’s annual birthday celebration of its namesake will have you doing air kicks like “Diamond” Dave himself. The soup savants at Good Stock will be serving up Brat.s for Teacher and Runnin’ with the Deviled Eggs, to go along with that Roggen with the Devil beer from Greenpoint Brewing Co. (Hopefully there won’t be an “eruption” in your stomach, har har.) And rest assured you’ll be able to dance the night away: DJs Easetheseatback and Frau Mary will be spinning Van Halen tunes along with German metal and (sorry, no way around this) Oktoberfest tunes. But please, respect The Diamond’s neighbors. No dancing in the street.
It’s going to be pretty hard to beat Taran Killam’s impression of Donald Trump (above) during the season opener of Saturday Night Live, but the intrepid improvisers at UCB are giving it a shot tonight at 8 p.m. “Trump is President and he’s giving a luxurious speech from the East Room of the White House,” goes the blurb for Trump Dump: President Luxury. “Join him and his paid audience as he updates America on the Hunt for Rosie O’Donnell, the construction of the first ever transcontinental hair oil pipeline and his plan for bronzing illegal immigrant’s babies and using them for actual ships anchors.”