Elizabeth Wood may be a young filmmaker, still soaking up directorial lessons and figuring it all out, but she knew exactly what she was doing when she decided to call her first full-length feature, a semi-biographical film set in Ridgewood, White Girl. The label is alluring, gnawing, and sorta yucky all at once. Hilton Als wrote an entire collection of essays, White Girls, devoted to decoding the concept, which he determines is somewhere between an actual state of being and a mirage, both an all-powerful fantasy and the ideal object to be controlled : “Once I lived in a perpetual state of disbelief: How could one be a white girl and hate it? Wasn’t she— whoever she was— everything the world saw and wanted?”
It’s a pejorative, a term commonly attached to catcalls that’s less poetic than, say, “snowflake.” It’s “white girl wasted.” It’s a spoiled, naive little girl. It’s complaining too much. It’s traveling abroad and refusing to eat a stew made with chicken broth. It’s infantilizing, condescending, and rarely a compliment. It’s also a nickname for cocaine.
Fish and ice cream typically don’t mix, though I wouldn’t put it past the crazy milkshakes at Black Tap to offer up some sort of weird thing like that. But at Taiyaki NYC, a Japanese ice cream shop having its grand opening today on the border of Little Italy and Chinatown, this union is oh-so sweet.
After a friend and I got bounced from Westlight thanks to a Master of None shoot, we thought, fine, we’ll just find another Williamsburg rooftop bar. We ended up at ESH, Ilan Hall’s spot atop the Urban Outfitters. Turns out we were probably the very last people to eat there, because the Israeli barbecue spot quietly ended dinner service last night. The dining room is now closed and the rooftop bar will remain open for just a little while longer, according to a bartender.
(Illustration from photos by Nicole Disser and Melissa Hom.)
Look, love Aziz Ansari and congos on the Emmy noms, but when you hop on the L train thinking you’re going to check out the hot new rooftop bar only to get to Westlight and be told it’s closed because Master of None is filming there, AGGHHHHHHHH. I mean, one thing is for a shoot to take over a shit-ton of parking spots, like Master of None will do when it films in the vicinity of Grand Street and Roebling on Tuesday and Wednesday. That’s a hassle for people who park in Williamsburg, but luckily I’m not one of them. I am, however, the guy who crossed a river last night in hopes of catching a glimpse of this rhombus flooring Nicole Disser was all agog about, only to be told, “Try again tomorrow.” Tomorrow? There’s not even going to be a tomorrow if I’m forced to go over to Turkey’s Nest and drink non-premium cocktails.
Israel Perlmutter, the former business partner of the late landlord Menchem Stark, purchased a 63-unit residence on Williamsburg’s White Street for $27.5 million. [The Real Deal]
Paperwork was submitted for Myrtle Avenue’s Bossa Nova Civic Club to get a another sibling—a concert hall/nightclub/restaurant with a 1,300-person capacity—on Randolph Street in Williamsburg. [DNA Info]
The iPhone 7 doesn’t hit stores till tomorrow morning, but a handful of die-hards have already hunkered down on the pavement outside of Apple’s new Bedford Avenue store. Hey, if that’s what it takes to get a healthy supply of replacement earpods (damn you, autocorrect, I’m not calling them AirPods). Remember when the only people sprawled out on Bedford were the dudes coming out of Irene’s Pub? Times sure have changed. A few blocks down the avenue, the ghost of Steve is having a laugh.
By the way, do these photos look a little grainy to you? Maybe the 7 would take better ones? Screw it, I’m jumping in line. Send pizza. Or Whole Foods.
Kinfolk has been occupying a significant slice of Williamsburg’s bustling Wythe Avenue for some time now, with their event and studio space at 90 Wythe and their adjacent Kinfolk 94, a multidisciplinary space with a menswear boutique at its front. The company’s clothing has a multifaceted basis in streetwear, sportswear, and heritage styles, offering a variety of pieces such as bold and colorful bomber jackets, pastel-hued blazers, Kinfolk-branded Adidas jerseys, and poppy graphic tees.
Dancer Friday September 16 to Thursday September 22 at IFC Center: $14
This film follows the illustrious but fraught career of Sergei Polunin, aka the “James Dean of the ballet world,” and his progress from child prodigy to a top-dancer wunderkind. I mean, you couldn’t really call anyone the James Dean of interpretive dance, because that would just be a dumb joke. It actually makes sense with Polunin though, as a figure who’s equally as intense, if not more so, than ballet itself, a sport that demands self-torture of its devotees, legit from the very first step.
Were you heartbroken when The Golden Girls came to an end in 1992? Or maybe when you realized you had binged through all the episodes two decades later because you weren’t even born yet in 1992? You’ll have to wait a little longer before you can drown your sorrows at the forthcoming Golden Girls cafe, but we’ve got just the thing for you in the meantime.
The Woody Allen shoot isn’t the only thing happening on East 7th today. Near the corner of First Avenue, cramcept has been redoing a portrait of Adam Yauch that got vandalized in May. While the old mural of MCA holding a phone was based on a still from the “Fight For Your Right to Party” video, this one seems to play off of this image.
The tribute to the beloved Beastie Boy is one of several that have popped up around town over the years, and the third one on this site.
Signs on East 7th Street indicate that WASP2016 is filming there. No, it isn’t a documentary about white dudes in Polo shirts taking over the East Village (though we’re probably due for one). It’s Woody Allen’s Summer Project, which is set to film on the block between First and Second Avenues this afternoon.