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Harvest Some Tunes At Sequinox, The Culture Whore’s Night of Queer Music

(via The Culture Whore)

(via The Culture Whore)

The hour of 10:21 am today marked another Autumnal Equinox, which denotes the first day of the fall season and creates a nicely symmetrical 12 hours of daytime, 12 hours of nighttime, approximately.

While we’re talking about fall here, don’t go reaching for the pumpkin spice. That’s not what this is about. But if you would like to spice up your Thursday night plans, keep reading. Queer nightlife collective and “global network of artsluts” The Culture Whore is having an event called Sequinox tonight at Bushwick’s Flowers For All Occasions, billed as “a celebration of queer music and the turning of the wheel.” It’s part of a new initiative the collective has started, with a focus on showcasing new queer music and underground artists.

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Secret Project Robot Is Closing But ‘Not Giving Up,’ Co-Founder Says

Happyfun Hideaway (Photo: Lauren Carol Smith)

Happyfun Hideaway (Photo: Lauren Carol Smith)

The secret is out: beloved Bushwick art/party space Secret Project Robot, which has featured tons of art and hosted dozens of good shows and parties, will be closing its doors at the end of the summer. Although the news was posted just a week and a half ago, co-director Rachel Nelson doesn’t seem too broken up about it.

“The thing is we just can’t afford to stay there,” Nelson said. “That’s it.”

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Secret Project Robot Team Opens A Bar-Cafe-Gallery With ‘Zine Vending Machines’

(Photos: Cassidy Dawn Graves)

(Photos: Cassidy Dawn Graves)

Erik Zajaceskowski and Rachel Nelson, the husband and wife behind art/music space Secret Project Robot and hoppin’ Bushwick bar Happyfun Hideaway, are putting the finishing touches on their latest project, a tavern, cafe, and gallery on Dekalb Avenue, in that blurry area between Bushwick and Bed-Stuy. With the grand opening of Flowers For All Occasions set for Thursday evening, the smell of fresh wood still lingers in the air and there’s a bare back room of sorts where a “zine vending machine and cabinet of curiosities” will eventually stand.

As I’m checking things out, Erik comes in, gleefully brandishing a small sparkly object.

“Look!” he says with a grin. “Pink pepper spray!”

“These are the things you get excited about after five months of construction,” Rachel says.

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