As we’re sure you’ve heard, it looks like notorious escaped-then-captured-then-escaped drug lord Joaquín “El Chapo” Guzmán may be prosecuted in Brooklyn if extradited to the United States. But what’s a hipster fanboy to wear when visiting him in the slammer? Obviously, one of these El Chapo t-shirts, now on sale at Fresthetic in East Williamsburg. Yes, that’s everyone’s favorite cocaine cowboy, looking stoically determined to evade those menacing helicopters but also maybe looking at that old burner phone and the very colorful Mexican flag? Such a mysterious guy. Then there’s a collage of guns, hundos, and, naturally, plenty of drugs. It’s like an El Chapo starter kit.
Somehow, it makes perfect sense that Ashok Kondabolu‘s art exhibition and ideas convention puts fake Rolexes, early ’90s TV commercials, and the Ramayana (a Hindu epic poem that dates to the 4th-century BC) on equal footing. The guy talks a mile a minute, ideas both hairbrained and right-on spilling out of his mouth. Sometimes he veers off into sounding like that friend who’s really smart but smokes way too much weed. Ashok is definitely less hazy, but you’d still be wise to shrug off some of the goofy madness and self-conscious humor. Beneath it all there are nuggets of brilliance and speedy ambition, the products of which are on full display at Yo Fight My Mans, which opens tonight at Babycastles.
Even if you’d eaten a meal at Tacoffee every day since it opened on January 30, you’d still only be 5 percent of your way through their menu. The new restaurant and bakery, located on the corner of Grand and Lorimer in Williamsburg, has no less than 234 items on offer, from American to Tex-Mex to authentic Mexican fare.
“It looks like too much, but it’s not,” says owner Aima Lopez. “We try to put something for everybody.”
Last night I was the boy in the bubble.
No, not like in Seinfeld. I was on the 54th-floor terrace of the Hyatt Times Square, in one of its two new inflatable plastic domes. They’re called The Bubbles.
If you dare brave the cold this weekend and find yourself on Allen Street, you may come across Haruma Yanagisawa’s cultural exhibit/pop-up shop/crash pad. Photos of trendy young things smoking, drinking, having sex, and singing karaoke line the walls amidst pops of neon and pastel pink. Stepping inside is something like visiting a FIT freshman’s dorm room.
Big Al: a Week in the Life of the Reverend Al Sharpton
Wednesday February 17, 7 pm at the Wythe Hotel: $11.50
Hey, it’s Black History Month which means we should be celebrating all kinds of incredible achievements from major badasses throughout American history. And, hey nothing against
penis peanuts, but why don’t we give someone other than George Washington Carver a go for once? I’ll never, ever forget the look on my middle school teacher’s face when I told her, after reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X, I was considering converting to Islam– but what about some black icons who are part of our living history?
If you haven’t heard, the old Allen Street bathhouse (called “comfort station” in polite parlance) may be getting a long overdue facelift. The poor thing had a short life– built in the 1930s, it was closed by the ’50s once the Second Avenue El closed down. Since then it just sits there, an odd sentinel on the Allen Street Mall, reminding passersby of a bygone era– and perhaps teasing them when they really need to go.
Three men were sentenced for kidnapping and robbing two victims in Greenpoint in December 2013. The assailants tortured one victim with a blowtorch and lit cigarettes until he revealed where he stored his cash. [Brooklyn Daily Eagle]
At 110 Green Street, a developed ponied up $103 million dollars for Greenpoint’s priciest residential sale, which covered 130-unit, six-story property. [Real Estate Weekly]
Plans to convert the former Greenpoint Hospital into affordable housing have been put on hold again because the site is currently being used as the laundry facility for shelters city-wide. [DNA Info]
When we last checked in with Kay Kasparhauser, frontwoman of The Prettiots, she told us, “I’m a city girl so I need to wear a shoe on my head and play ukulele.” But she also seemed pretty over the NYC scene. “How many nights have I spent in the basement of some Lower East Side venue or bar trying to look cute? I’m jaded, and I sound like an old lady, but I’d much rather go home and watch Law and Order by myself.” So it’s no surprise that a) a song off the new Prettiots album, Funs Cool, is an ode to Law and Order detective Elliot Stabler, and b) the band’s latest song is about what every jaded New Yorker seems to be doing these days: moving to LA.
The first rows of the City Council chambers were packed with red shirts yesterday. Members of the AARP were there to support Mayor Bill de Blasio’s plan to tackle the city’s affordable housing crisis and create 200,000 units over the next decade. But council members representing North Brooklyn aren’t so sure about the plan.
Police arrested five people in connection with the gas explosion that rocked Second Avenue last spring and brought down three buildings. The tragedy, which killed two men, seriously injured 13 people and obliterated hundreds of peoples’ homes, is said to have been caused by an illegal gas hookup guarded in a secret room in the basement of the building’s sushi restaurant, locked and inaccessible to restaurant workers or ConEd inspectors.