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Tarot Society Has Divined a ‘Place For Communing With Your Spirit’

(Photo by Gianna Leo Falcon)

(Photo by Gianna Leo Falcon)

For the past two years, the Tarot Society, an occult-leaning faction of the House of Screwball, has bounced around Bushwick, popping up palm reading meet-ups here and tarot divination events there, often landing at DIY galleries and the like. “We started out having house parties, we’d have one big one a month and everything grew out of that,” said Darcey Leonard, who describes herself as “the big mama bear of the House of Screwball, which is a production company with two children, one of which is Circus of Dreams.”

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There’s A New Detroit Banner, Everyone Will Probably Hate This One Too

Philip Kafka, owner of Soho-based advertising firm Prince Media, has put up a second Detroit banner in place of the one we spotted at the beginning of March. Before we could make fun of his latest problematic plea to Bushwickians, the performance artist Matthew Silver and a pal stripped down to their underpants (gross) and freaked out some brunching Millennials (ew).

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SantaCon Plays Nice While Beasticon Rears Its Head

Resin-cast doll by Mica Hendricks.

Resin-cast doll by Mica Hendricks.

With a “day of anger” expected to keep police busy and SantaCon’s organizers asking its drunken devotees to stick to a list of participating bars in Murray Hill and Hell’s Kitchen rather than marauding through the streets, the annual Running of the Santas promises to be a lower-key affair this year (an as-yet mysterious “exciting starting point” will be revealed tonight). But while SantaCon may be playing itself down, Beasticon has come back like a thing possessed.
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Someone Finally Psychoanalyzed NYC's Wackiest Street Performer

You may not know his name(s) but you definitely know Matthew Silver, aka the Great Performer, aka the Village Idot, aka the Man in the White Dress, aka this year’s Mr. Lower East Side. He’s the crazy-eyed carrot-top who strips down to a speedo in Union Square and terrifies tourists by playing with props like a rubber chicken and an ostrich costume, all the while promoting the “wackadoodle love movement.”
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