When I heard that an adult ball pit was opening in Soho, I jumped at the opportunity to cover it. And I wasn’t alone in my enthusiasm: 4,200 others booked half-hour slots in just a week. Maybe visitors to “Jump In!” really did want to awaken their inner child and channel the wealth of creative energy back into their day jobs. More likely, they envisioned a grown-up version of Chuck E. Cheese — a Charles Edward Cheese, if you will.
“I’m playing hooky from work,” admitted Kristin Ren as we took the elevator up to the fifth floor offices of Pearlfisher yesterday afternoon. Beside us stood an actual employee of the office, simply returning to work from a break void of reminisced childhood. “Yeah, it’s been fun,” semi-enthused the unnamed worker, his excitement understandably waning since his office took a turn toward a McDonald’s PlayPlace.
Official Yin Yangs band photo (Photo via the Yin Yangs)
It’s been a big summer for the Yin Yangs, the Brooklyn garage-psych-punk outfit you’ve most likely seen at any number of DIY venues around town. Right before they took off on a Southern tour, the trio played Gigawatts Fest back in July alongside their up-and-coming peers, some of the best rock bands in the city right now (Heaven’s Gate, Surfbort, Vulture Shit, Future Punx, etc.). And in September they’re dropping a new tape, Taste, their first true release since unleashing their digital demos in 2013. Lucky for you we got our grubby paws on “21st Century,” and are premiering the brand new track right here, right now for your listening pleasure.
Penelope Gazin in front of her work (Photo: Nicole Disser)
We’re guessing the world would look a whole lot different if bad ass women like Penelope Gazin had been well-represented in animation and comics from the start. But Gazin has her hand in so many projects, it’s almost as if she’s single-handedly trying to make up for lost time. Her paintings, drawings, and animations have a unique staying power, and will almost certainly end up plastered all over the walls of your skull if you spend some time with them. Gazin’s sassy, hilarious, and sometimes twisted images of alien babes and monster princesses don’t depart amicably.
A flock of Trump groupies gathered on the eastern side of McCarren Park yesterday, but there was nary a “Thank You Lord Jesus” sign to be found. Instead they were wielding sticks and lining up to bash their patron saint. Well, in reality we can’t be sure where anybody helping to destroy a pair of Donald Trump piñatas–created by the people at Ratter— leans politically.
A 42-year-old man is in critical condition after being assaulted outside Bushwick’s La Fogata restaurant yesterday morning around 4 a.m. Police are looking for the suspect and released video footage to the public. [Gothamist]
The rising Ace Hotel on Bowery received two stop-work orders for failing to convince the Department of Buildings of its structural stability. [Bowery Boogie]
Developers hope to replace the Elizabeth Street Community Garden in Nolita with up to 75 units of affordable housing. [DNA Info]
A young man with rich brown hair, soft lips and a blindfold reposes on a mattress. It will only take one quick movement of your wrist to sign the waiver, and then he is yours to watch. To kiss. Or both.
The co-founder of what might just be “the best Chinese restaurant in Brooklyn” is setting up shop in the East Village. Ben Pope, former executive chef at 2 Duck Goose in Gowanus, has signed a 15-year lease at 165 Avenue B, per an announcement from broker Eastern Consolidated.
Pope, a former East Villager, plans to open Sum, a restaurant serving “modern and traditional Cantonese cuisine.” The name means “heart” in Cantonese and captures “how he feels about the East Village community that remains close to his heart,” said Joe Robinson, one of the brokers who represented Pope in the deal. The space, between 10th and 11th Streets, includes a 700-square-foot back garden.
“What if on the outside of this picture, where this guy is sitting on a chair with his guitar, there’s a chained up hostage being held outside the frame?” said Brenna Ehrlich, explaining the inspiration behind her debut novel. “That would be super weird.”
Ehrlich will launch Placid Girl tonight at her neighborhood bookstore, Word in Greenpoint. She describes the YA thriller as a punk rock version of Catfish. After Hallie, a young aspiring drummer, starts talking to her “favorite masked punk musician” on a photo-sharing app, she decides to travel with a group of friends to meet Haze in person. The result is a gut-knotting trajectory from suburban teenager to dangerously obsessed fangirl.
Robert Goolrick’s most recent novel, The Fall of Princes, finds retired 1980s ad man Rooney writing his memoir after an era of American Psycho-style unrepentant debauchery and greed (but without the murdering). Join the author for a discussion with the undeniably fabulous author and actress Joan Juliet Buck. (She played Madame Elisabeth Brassart in Julie & Julia and wrote an essay about being intimidated by Nora Ephron during the audition, and she’s written for a bunch of fancy publications, including Vogue, W, and The New Yorker.) And Algonquin’s publisher Elisabeth Scharlatt will be there, too. Aug. 25, at 7 p.m. Strand Book Store, 828 Broadway (Noho).
“Boots and buckles, red clay and sand. My point ain’t subtle. I’m a southern man,” are the opening lines to The Cadillac Three’s song “The South,” a country-meets-rock tune you might just catch if you stop by The Shop this Saturday.