With the fifth anniversary of Lou Reed’s death coming up on Oct. 27, you may cringe at the idea of a Velvet Underground “experience” joining the ranks of the Color Factory, the Dream Machine, the Egg House, and all the other gimmicky pop-ups that have been drawing lines of Instagrammers all over the city. Isn’t this the stuff of Ariana Grande? What, is there going to be a ball pit full of plastic bananas?
“This is unprecedented,” said Guy Smith of Sutherland, a queer nightclub within East Williamsburg space 3 Dollar Bill. He’s talking about the first-ever Office of Nightlife Listening Tour, in which new “night mayor” Ariel Palitz and a slew of representatives from state and city agencies listen (and even respond) to what the community thinks about the state of nightlife, in the hopes of arriving at a “new beginning on how to approach nightlife as a whole together.”
Subscription boxes have been all the rage for years now, offering anything from cocktail ingredients to stuff to supposedly empower you when you’re single, delivered to your door on a recurring basis. Even beloved salami slingers Katz’s will bring pastrami to your doorstep every month. Now, some subscription companies have decided to branch out by opening physical storefronts in addition to their delivery services. Two coffee companies that offer subscriptions for whole or ground beans, Eleva and 787 Coffee, are both opening cafes this week, in Williamsburg and the East Village respectively.
What’s the connection between punk and drag?
Chi Dracula Orengo, vocalist for local punk band Anasazi, says they both empower society’s misfits and outcasts. He got involved in the scene visiting leather bars and drag shows as a teenager with a “lust for adventure” and he now organizes the annual Bodega Ball, which had its second installment, themed “Drag Me to Hell,” this past weekend.
Opening Saturday, October 6 at 21 Ludlow Street, 7:30 pm to 10 pm. On view through October 7.
Have you ever been to a silent disco? You know, the kind of weird outdoor party where everyone’s wearing bulky headphones and dancing to the various channels of music blaring from them, making them look strange to any onlooker who doesn’t know what’s going on? This art exhibition by Mason Roberts, a painter from Perth, Australia whose 26,000 Instagram followers are equally likely to see both documentation of his artistic process and shirtless selfies, provides a somewhat similar experience. He’s partnered with lo-fi hip-hop artist Stirling Caiulo to create a multisensory artistic experience—don noise-canceling headphones and walk into a dark gallery, then you’ll hear beats n’ tunes while you steadily discover a series of paintings on display, lit by spotlights. Keep Reading »
Early into the Holecialism show on Wednesday night, Eric Schwartau doodled the faces of Marx and Lenin on white paper facing a crowd of a few dozen people packed into a slightly musty basement.
It looked like any other Friday on the Bowery until I came upon the three bodyguards, dressed in all black, protecting a door FBI-style. Behind the door at 138 Bowery, a pink light emulated a serene sweetness meant to evoke kindness and femininity. Countless young women stood eagerly in a velvet-roped lineup, waiting excitedly for a chance to be absorbed in the glow of Ariana Grande. The #1 pop star in the world had built this space, just for the weekend, so her fans could experience her music the same way she does.
Artist and director Cynthia von Buhler arrived at our appointment carrying a case containing her new pet rabbit Agatha. The cuddly, two-month-old rescue curled up in her lap and stayed put for the entire time we spoke.
There wasn’t all that much information about this year’s Bushwick Open Studios on the Arts in Bushwick website until the end of the week, so it was hard to know what was most exciting to check out. That allowed me to meander around, but I couldn’t help feeling some FOMO knowing I’d only see a fraction of the 200 participating art studios.
It’s never too early for glitter buffets, BDSM photo ops or Lady Gaga. At least, it wasn’t too early at 4 p.m. today when we stopped by the Javits Center for a preview of RuPaul’s DragCon NYC.
The convention, devoted to all things drag queen, runs through the weekend, and includes vendors (makeup, wigs, glitter), personalities (RuPaul is, in fact, going to make an appearance) and shows (Mean Girls may have performed sexy “Jingle Bell Rock” first, but the queens and cast of the Broadway production took it to the next level).
Do facts really matter when there are so many opinions regarding what constitutes a truth?
That question is at the heart of John D’Agata and Jim Fingal’s 2012 book, The Lifespan of a Fact, now a Broadway play. Currently showing at Studio 54, the new production, which debuted Sept. 20 and runs for 16 weeks, prompts its audience to reflect on what is fact, what is fiction, and why the discrepancy between both matters, a theme all the more relevant in 2018.