The northwest corner of McCarren Park has become twice as see-and-be-sceney ever since the Maison Premiere folks opened Sauvage right across from the ever-popping Five Leaves (not to mention their new neighbor Pretty Southern, the fried chicken joint from Top Chef hunk Sam Talbot). Now the tiny triangle bounded by Bedford, Nassau, and Manhattan is getting a new hipster magnet: Alexandra Siwiec is transforming her old flatiron-shaped spot, Nights and Weekends, into a round-the-clock cafe and restaurant.
Thursday, March 9 at Superchief Gallery, 8 pm: $10
Tonight, witness this fine-tuned evening of powerhouse performance, live music, and installations from an array of artists working in movement, visual, and sound mediums. Curated by multidisciplinary gal Ariele Max (who will also be performing), the evening is comprised of hyper-sexual “inverted gospel” musician/performer Cole, choreographer and installation artist steeped in dystopian imagery Kathleen Dycaico, research and ritual-based artist Autumn Ahn, and musician/choreographer/etc Richard Kennedy.
It’ll cost you $10 to get in, but the price includes a full day of exploring Superchief Gallery, plus wine and the mysterious notion of “edible art.” Why touch the art when you can eat it? Keep Reading »
After seven years in Greenpoint (today’s the anniversary), beloved pizzeria Paulie Gee’s is putting on its big-boy pants. The restaurant, which had offered just beer and wine, is launching a full bar tonight– but don’t expect anything too froufrou. Owner Paul Giannone tells us the offerings will be “pretty old-school,” and “very basic stuff, nothing fancy.”
Paulie says he’s offering simple martinis and highballs because he wants to keep things focused on his Neapolitan pies, with their cheeky names like Feel Like Bacon Love. There will, however, be a couple of house specialties, starting with a “very simple” Everclear-fueled limoncello made with one of Paulie’s old recipes. Eventually, there’ll be a “pickleback” martini that uses pickle juice from The Pickle Guys and a drink that features Mike’s Hot Honey, a brand that blossomed out of the Paulie Gee’s kitchen when founder Michael Kurtz was working there.
Dirty Little Billy
Thursday March 9, 9:30 pm at Nitehawk: $16
Legends and lore of the Old West have been distorted so horrendously for modern entertainment purposes that what most people know about Billy the Kid they’ve learned from The Wild Wild West (arguably Will Smith’s greatest cinematic/symphonic achievement ever) and a National Geographic Channel reenactment where the infamous, down-n’dirty, sharp-shootin’ gunslinger is portrayed by a male-frickin’-model.
One of the three rules of A Day Without a Woman is to avoid spending money with the exception of small, female-owned businesses. If you’re looking for one, look no further. Williamsburg resident Julia Small O’Kelly opened Smallhome in the neighborhood three years ago as a way to sell her own pieces, such as her “tiny taxidermy” lamps and maps on cork board. The store has since flourished into a place where you can find a variety of small creations from mostly local, mostly female artists.
As women-owned small businesses take the day off in honor of A Day Without a Woman and/or celebrate International Women’s Day, one local shop sits empty on East 9th Street, the East Village’s boutique row. Dusty Buttons announced last month that it would close at the end of February, and the storefront is now for rent.
It’s International Women’s Day. As expected, restaurants and other businesses around town are participating in the #ADayWithoutaWoman strike. Even the Statue of Liberty took last night off in solidarity. To find out how you can join in, see our roundup of today’s events. We’ll have more coverage later; in the meantime, here’s what’s happening on social media.
At first it was sort of sad that for this year’s rendition, Spring/Break Art Show had traded its eccentric, labyrinthine location inside a disused section of the historic James A. Farley Post Office in Chelsea for an actual office space. But when the elevator doors opened on the 23rd floor of the Condé Nast building in Midtown, the switch-up immediately made so much sense–because, let’s be real, an artist-led hostile takeover of corporate America is exactly what we need right now (even it it’s just for a few days).
Just in time for International Women’s Day, the East Village has been blanketed in posters featuring Donald Trump’s “grab them by the pussy” quote. [Jeremiah’s Vanishing NY]
Next year, John Zorn’s East Village venue The Stone will move to the New School’s Glass Box Theater on West 13th St. [Village Voice]
East Village longtimer San Loco has expanded to Bushwick. [Brownstoner]
Yesterday the Observer revealed that East Village fixture Jimmy McMillan, who rose to fame in 2010 as a gubernatorial candidate with the slogan “The Rent Is Too Damn High,” is back in the game, this time as a City Council candidate. Somehow the item failed to mention that McMillan is also a (self-)recording artist. We’ve delighted in his smooth jams before, but his latest track, “SLAVES: The Rent Is Too Damn High,” takes a more serious turn.
It’d be impossible for Bradley Spinelli to top the suicide-themed set that Questlove did for his debut novel, Killing Williamsburg, but the B+B contributor’s latest book launch should come close. Thursday’s party for The Painted Gun, a noir mystery published by Brooklyn’s own Akashic Books, will feature a raft of burlesque stars as well as tacos from ever-expanding Dos Toros.
It makes sense that the West Coast-inspired burrito joint is on food duty: The Painted Gun is set in the Williamsburg-based author’s former hometown of San Francisco, in the late ’90s– you know, when Yahoo! stock was booming. Its hard-bitten, hard-drinking hero is David “Itchy” Crane, a journalist-turned-PI on the hunt for the mysterious Ashley, a missing artist who has a creepy talent for painting scenes straight out of Crane’s sad-sack life. (If you want to make like Itchy during the party, suck down a half dozen Jamesons.) Don’t take it from me, since I’m his editor– Publishers Weekly says Spinelli is “definitely a talent to watch,” and his latest “deftly segues from one genre to another—from hard-boiled noir to paranoid thriller, puzzle mystery (with each and every riddle logically explained), spy caper, and ultimately to something evocative of Bogart and Bacall.”