If you really, really wanted to, you could probably find ayahuasca right here in Brooklyn. We know you’d be “asking for a friend” and everything, but just keep in mind that artist Melanie Bonajo didn’t seem to have any trouble for her film on urban shamanism, Night Soil, and there’s at least one ayahuasquero – a spirit guide responsible for serving the hallucinogenic brew – based in Bushwick, a neighborhood where a certain “mixed-use community space” (that may or may not still exist) hosted ayahuasca ceremonies recently. Still, it’s not like you can approach your neighborhood drug dealer to hook you up with some of that especially potent jungle juice (one part Banisteriopsis caapi vine, one part Psychotria viridis leaves).
Thankfully, with the recent premiere of Icaros: a Vision at Tribeca Film Festival, we can satisfy our ayahuas-curiosity from a safe distance while getting a good look at both the indigenous tradition of ayahuasca tripping and what happens when Western ninnies leave behind their workout routines and compulsive internet consumption and start getting real.
If you own a bar or restaurant in Chinatown or on the Lower East Side, you may want to double bolt the door tonight. Last week, two men robbed five neighborhood joints in two days, the NYPD says. Targeting everything from a cupcake bakery to a fish ball joint, they made off with nearly $2,000.
The spree actually started before that, in the early hours of April 3; police say the burgling bros pinched several bottles of booze and some tools from Giuseppe Gonzalez’s recently opened cocktail destination, Suffolk Arms.
On Saturday, a naked and bleeding woman was found semi-conscious between two parked cars on Bushwick’s Goodwin Place. She was taken to Brookdale Hospital, where she underwent surgery. [Bushwick Daily]
Near the Williamsburg intersection of Cook Street and Evergreen Avenue, a 26-year-old was choked and robbed of his phone and approximately $200. [Brooklyn Paper]
One of the six kittens found in a suitcase on Wythe Avenue last month was adopted by the police officer who helped rescue the litter. [Gothamist]
In Season 2 of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Lillian the landlord becomes obsessed with gentrification– even if she only recently added it to her vocabulary. “I miss the old days,” she tells Titus, “When the longest word I knew was friggin’Giuliani.”
Lillian is determined to keep East Dogmouth “weird and dangerous,” but there are endless signs of gentrification in the neighborhood, from the parade of joggers pushing strollers to the opening of East Dogmouth Art Space. Not only does the performance space have the audacity to offer an “open tables DJ night,” but its owners painted over a long-standing mural of Biggie Smalls. “Now how are we supposed to remember he’s dead?” whines Lillian as she marvels at the disconcertingly unblemished roll-down gate. “Twenty-four hours and not one graffito. What a disgrace.”
Honey, The Men, Foster Care, JJ Doll
Friday May 6, 8 pm at Alphaville: $8 in advance/ $10 at the door
The season of leisure is (sorta, almost) upon us, but before you can pull out your pastel polos and Adidas flip flops n’ white socks (predicting that a health-goths-in-hot-weather with ’80s Beverly Hills golf club vibe will dominate Riis Park Beach Bazaar this summer), you gotta ease into that seasonable mindset of giving very few fucks. Without the zen attitude, you’re just another banker boy who spills mustard on his Comme des Garcons tennis shoes and makes his French bulldog Daisy pay the consequences. In my opinion, the best way to avoid wanton animal abuse is to eliminate all possible stress factors– that means lining up your go-to tunes for the summer far in advance so that when it comes to making an all-day playlist on the fly, you’ll be ready to go.
Couldn’t get enough of Los Sures, the time capsule documentary of life in Puerto Rican Williamsburg back in 1984? You weren’t alone. The film, originally slated to run a week at Metrograph, the Lower East Side’s new arthouse film mecca, grossed $25,000 its first week and was extended for a second week. Playing mostly full houses, it eventually netted a holy-moly $60,000.
Ready for that last season of Girls? That’s right, Lena Dunham hasn’t fled to Canada yet— in fact, it looks like filming for the new season of Girls is underway right here in Manhattan. A notice posted on 27th Street indicates the show will be shooting Wednesday near the corner of Madison Avenue. An odd location, to be sure– maybe Marnie and Desi are having their record release party at the Ace?
As he rang in 2015, Fabrice Grinda, a 41-year-old tech entrepreneur from France, took stock of his life. He’d been living out of suitcases for the past four years, globetrotting and swinging between upscale hotels and top-notch Airbnbs. He decided it was time to “partially re-materialize.” Not settle down with a white picket fence (horrors!) — nothing drastic — but simply find a simple New York landing pad he could call his own.
According to photos, developers at the former Domino Sugar Refinery in Williamsburg forklifted a parked car to make room for ongoing construction. [NY Post]
Ludlow House, the Soho House offshoot, is now scheduled to open in late May. [Bowery Boogie]
Whether you know it as International Workers Day or as spring-inflected May Day, this year’s May 1 falls on a weekend, which means two days packed to the brim with events ranging from the revolutionary to the ridiculous. With a hat tip to Conor Tomás Reed from the Free University of NYC, here’s a roundup of events taking place in lower Manhattan and North Brooklyn.
If you were living downtown in 2013, you probably remember the strange suspended week of superstorm Sandy. Maybe you lined up at a pay phone, or held up your iPad at that weird 3G oasis on Houston Street, or scooped up half-melted ice cream at the deli, or drank warm beer with your neighbors on Halloween. The storm wreaked havoc downtown (and caused much more destruction in other areas of the city), but for many people in secure locations, it was also a respite from the constant stream of tweets, emails and phone calls, and a chance to reflect, reconnect, and maybe even hook up (just think of the many kids named “Sandy” nine months later).