For the second time since his eponymous Bushwick gallery opened, Christopher Stout logged onto Facebook to find that his account had been frozen. The gallerist, whose interest lies in “subversive art,” had posted an image of Lisa Levy, who plans to sit naked on top of a toilet for two straight days in order to call out “the bullshit trendy art dialogue” that she says is plaguing the art world. The image shows the long-haired artist sitting sideways, naked. “You can see her top, but you can’t see her bottom,” Stout said. “It’s just such a crazy, conservative kind of standard.”
Ramzi Fawaz + Phil Jimenez
Thursday, January 28 at 7:00 p.m. at The Strand, 828 Broadway
“Dissecting comic book history through the lens of queer theory” is probably not a sentence ever uttered before Ramzi Fawaz published The New Mutants: Superheroes and the Radical Imagination of American Comics. His new book explores comic book case studies and their relationship with radical politics, starting in the 1960s. Acclaimed comic book artist Phil Jimenez (Infinite Crisis, The Invisibles, Wonder Woman) will join for discussion.
One of two suspects, Dante Malary, 19, turned himself in Friday for the fatal stabbing of 17-year-old Jovani Cubias in Williamsburg’s Sternberg Park last week. [DNA Info]
A 25-year-old man who police say approached them with a knife at 765 FDR Drive this morning was shot in the chest by an officer. The man is being treated at Bellevue Hospital. [NY Post]
It’s no wonder February is shaping up to be the perfect time to binge on witchy happenings– the start of the month is marked by an important pagan festival, Imbolc, a time of “weather divination” (Groundhog Day!) and looking out for the first indications of spring and omens. No better way to help you seek out those good omens than an esoterica art show, curated by Pat Grossman of Phantasmaphile, a blog chronicling the fantastical. But to avoid the rather hellish indications that winter will continue from here until eternity (guys, that snow is going absolutely nowhere until July) we suggest you hole up at BAM, which will play host to another Phantasmaphile effort, “Witches’ Brew“– a series spotlighting the major cinematic witch tropes throughout film history.
We never thought the Original Dirty Rapper would meet the Old Gray Lady, but there it is: a proper Times obituary for Clarence Reid, the singer-songwriter better known as Blowfly. Reid, of course, is the other musical genius we lost to liver cancer this month. His puerile parodies of soul, disco, punk, and rap songs may not have been as universally loved and lauded as Bowie’s tunes, but it’s safe to say the masked musician’s stage get-up was just as out there as Ziggy’s. Hell, some of Blowfly’s caped costumes made Sun Ra look normcore.
Blowfly’s breakthrough early-’70s album, The Weird World of Blowfly, consisted of covers such as “Shitting On The Dock Of The Bay,” in which he crooned about “watching my great big turds float away.” Basically, what Weird Al is to food, Blowfly was to sex and bodily functions. Which is why we weren’t surprised to learn, from the Times, the title of his forthcoming album.
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Wednesday, Jan. 27, 10 pm at Baby’s All Right: $15 at the door
We’re not really all that into surprises. The chances of looking your birthday best after busting open your apartment door to find a surprise party are pretty low, especially considering it’s the one day each year that you leave your pants unbuttoned all the way from the dollar slice place back home. And let’s be real, those grab-bag things are usually filled with plastic dinosaurs, expired condoms, and airplane bottles, anyway– things only a child could love. But when Baby’s All Right threw another one of these secret shows back in December, they gifted us Blood Orange. And even though it would be kind of a not-surprise surprise, we’d be totally cool with another Blood Orange show.
The powder has settled and it’s time to
step outside and search for scour social media for the stars of winter storm Jonas. Still no sign of the fabled Chinatown snowman, but we found plenty of other impressive specimens out there chillin’.
As of Friday morning, a 15-year-old boy was in critical condition after he was struck by a red minivan in a hit-and-run the previous night on Broadway between Havemeyer Street and Marcy Avenue. [Gothamist]
In the same nabe the next day, many residents were displeased with the lack of snow removal. [Yeshiva World News]
What exactly is an expedition, who goes on them, and why? That’s what curators Shona Kitchen, Aly Ogasian, and Jennifer Dalton Vincent set out to explore in Setting Out, their exhibition of expeditions (say that five times fast) large and small, real and imagined.
The past half-year has been a busy one at Alt Space, the gallery/boutique presence of Alt Citizen, the online/print culture mag devoted especially to music. They’ve hosted all kind of exhibitions, from sassy net-art shows to pop-up shops featuring their own lineup of hip, small-run clothing and goods curated specially by artists like photographer Anna Bloda (whose work is starting to look like it was shot by a Millennial Richard Kern). From this angle, Alt Space always looked packed with fresh, accessible art and covetable wares (they even went live with the stuff), but turns out their current space at 41 Montrose Avenue is no longer ideal.
Walk into Scumbags and Superstars and you might feel like you’re on the old St Marks Place (the one that still counted the Sock Man on the scene). Here you’ll find vests covered in monster patches, hats that say “Eat shit and die,” and plenty of dudes dressed in black hoodies ogling the wares.
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