The brothers opened the first V-Spot nine years ago in Park Slope because Danny couldn’t find restaurants that offered appetizing options for his vegan diet. As he experimented at home, he realized that it’s “not as difficult as it seems to veganize something.”
We recently squeezed our way into Morbid Anatomy‘s sold-out lecture “Psychedelics & Death” presented by Dr. Neal Goldsmith, a New York City-based psychotherapist who practices what he calls “psychedelic-inspired therapy.” He’s also the author of Psychedelic Healing. Until recently this topic might have seemed fit only for people with Alex Grey posters on their dorm room wall and aging hippies. And of course radical artists, like Melanie Bonajo, who are concerned with the ways in which ayahuasca could maybe be reasonably adapted into Western society.
Pioneer Works’ new bookstore in Red Hook, which had its grand opening on Tuesday night, is a remarkably small shop. Maybe the size of a very bitty studio apartment. “Wait, is this is? Or do you have back-stock somewhere?” we asked Zach White, the shop clerk. He laughed. “Nope, this is pretty much it.” But that’s kind of the point. “It’s almost like an installation, in a sense, because it’s so small and ever changing,” Zach explained. “I don’t feel like it will ever be a place for ‘I’m looking for this book, maybe Pioneer Books has it’ — instead you’ll come here and know that a book is gonna find you.”
Actually, that’s not quite true.
Next time you feel the need to nosh during a Harmonica Lewinskies concert or while watching Hannibal Buress crush it, Knitting Factory’s new next-door sister restaurant will be on call with a menu full of drinking-friendly options. Or, if you prefer, you can enjoy the more sophisticated dishes offered up at The Federal Bar’s 50-seat dining room. All of which is well and good, but we have to say we’re more captivated with Chef Brendon Doyle’s creative ideas for future food/entertainment amalgamations, particularly one Daniel Day Lewis dinner series that may or may feature a giant communal milkshake, timed for consumption during a certain crucial scene.
Surveillance video has been released of the man who police believe assaulted a 36-year-old woman on Bushwick’s Starr Street around 12:30 a.m. Friday. [NY1]
Dallas BBQ in the East Village closed for emergency repairs after multiple gas leaks were found on the premises. [NY1]
See a rendering of how 600 Bushwick Avenue will look when the former garage is converted to a 64-unit rental property. [NY YIMBY]
Turns out, Run the Jewels aren’t the only folks Nas recently teamed up with. The man who once spat the words “fried chicken, fly vixen / give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen” is now a partner in Sweet Chick.
Mayor de Blasio announced today that his Tenant Harassment Prevention Task Force has made its first arrest, of a landlord who, among other things, stands accused of illegally depriving rent-regulated tenants of heat even as temperatures were below freezing. The indictment of Daniel Melamed for allegedly endangering the welfare of his tenants during winter renovations of his Crown Heights building “sends a clear signal to any unscrupulous landlords that they will be next,” De Blasio said. “And we’ll spare no effort in going out – going after those who are forcing New Yorkers out of their homes illegally.”
The commanding officer of the Ninth Precinct called on East Village residents to be on the lookout for a “pattern assault perpetrator” who has attacked four Asian women over the past week in a series of apparent bias crimes, striking them with a bag “containing a hard object.”
“This is obviously a perpetrator that we want to get off the street,” Deputy Inspector Peter Venice told a gathering of locals at the East Fifth Street stationhouse last night during the last meeting of its community council before the summer break. He asked them to contact the police tip line if they see a person of interest. The c.o. gave no description of the suspect, who is said to be a slender man thought to be in his 20s. But he noted there were posters up in the neighborhood and recommended watching television reports for additional information.
A roughly hewn slab of marbled granite juts from the wall of Lower East Side gallery On Stellar Rays. Atop the granite sit two circles: one a speckled ceramic lens-like object, the other a framed photograph of a violent scene.
On a Southwest flight to Las Vegas, I sat next to a spunky, petite woman from Baltimore who now lives in Brooklyn. Her small stature belies her strength—I’ve watched her do handstands and seen her lift a man heavier than her while wearing kitten heels. Trixie Little was on her way to compete—for the fifth time, much like Diana Nyad—for the title of Miss Exotic World, the queen of burlesque crowned annually at the Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekender.
After Heineken released a video yesterday announcing that it was backing James Murphy’s dream of turning the shrill beeps of Metrocard swipes into a series of pleasant musical tones, we had a few questions about the logistics of this “subway symphony.” So we got the LCD Soundsystem frontman on the phone.