Let’s face it. Your dog is sick of being chained up outside of coffee shops. Sick of being left out in the cold, fastened to a light post to stare through the window as you consider buying a scone. Your dog didn’t sign up for your caffeine dependence.
Cassette closed (or got “mangled in the tape deck of Greenpoint,” as Eater put it in a headline) back in November, but we’re happy to report that Gowanus-based Threes Brewing is taking over the French-Catalonian spot’s handsome home for a pop-up that could just become permanent.
Despite the chilly, grey weather, masses of people lined the streets of Chinatown yesterday as the Chinese Lunar New Year Parade wound its way down Mott, under the Manhattan Bridge and up Eldridge to eventually land outside of Sara D. Roosevelt Park.
Jay Nir was chilling in a café in Amsterdam some years ago when he noticed that the person to his right was sipping coffee while the person to his left was quaffing wine. He’s hoping that ever-so-European comingling of caffeine cravers and liquor lovers will be a common sight at River Coyote, which he opened today on the Lower East Side.
When we popped into the Museum of Sex last night for a preview of their new exhibit on erotic outsider art, we didn’t expect to find a discotheque on the premises. But there it was: An exhibit titled “Night Fever” has brought a massive Richard Long Audio System (the type used at Studio 54 and Paradise Garage) to MoSex’s bar space, and it’s absolutely killer. Back when we visited MoSex for Kayvon Zand’s sadly short-lived weekly, the bar had a fusty library look, with couches set between bookcases. But Jason Volenec, designer of atmospheric restaurants like Miss Lily’s and Tertulia, has given it a ‘70s vibe via silver-foiled walls (a la Warhol’s factory), disco balls, and swiveling glass coffee tables.
Just a couple of months after Gowanus barbecue joint Pig Beach converted itself into a seasonal burger joint, the restaurant remains on Eater’s “heat map” of the hottest restaurants in Brooklyn. Now, good news for Manhattanites: You’ll no longer have to persevere the F train to get a taste of it. Pig Beach just opened a Greenwich Village outpost.
The Lower East Side art scene is facing its first loss of the new year, as Object_ify 139 is packing up its bodega bags and going online-only. Bogota-born artist Maria L. Candanoza opened the “art object” shop on Essex Street in October of 2014, and during its first year it stocked quirky items from a roster of 20 artists. During its two-year run, it hosted guest curators like Benjamin Barron (books) and Mister Saturday Night (vinyl), threw book release parties, and popped up in Miami and Tokyo.
In a message inviting friends to a goodbye party at the store Friday evening, Candanoza says the enterprise will live on: “We have had an online store for a while but our commitment is to make it even better and to keep bringing new objects, prints, books and exciting artist collaborations to you every month.” In the meantime, buy a faux fur koozie and pour one out for the store’s IRL incarnation.
Roll up for the magical mystery tour and steal some magicians’ secrets next week.
TimesTalks: David Blaine Jan. 18, 7pm, Florence Gould Hall, 55 East 59th Street,tickets $40.
Okay, so you may have gotten douchechills when New Yorkimmortalized David Blaine as a member of Leo DiCaprio’s “pussy posse” back in 1998. But trust, his ABC special Beyond Magic, now on Netflix, is worth watching if only to see Woody Allen nearly upchuck as the musclebound magic bro swallows a live goldfish and spits it back up it into a bowl. Even better is Ricky Gervais’s reaction, above, when Blaine (seemingly?) runs a needle through his arm.
Perhaps a mental exercise will help you cope with this frigid Monday morning: Imagine you’re on an island, in a field of grass. The summer sun is shining and water is sparkling all around you. You’re holding an ice-cream-topped egg waffle and Trent Reznor is yelling, “Slave screams!”
Snap off the icicle tears. We’re just 199 days away from that reality, because Panorama is returning to the shores of Randall’s Island on July 28. The weekend festival, which debuted last year with an epic LCD Soundsystem comeback, just announced the lineup for its second edition, and headliners include R&B crooners Frank Ocean and Solange on Friday, commonwealth acts Tame Impala and Alt-J on Saturday, and Lollapalooza throwbacks Nine Inch Nails and A Tribe Called Quest on Sunday. Others highlights include DJ Shadow, Future Islands, Belle & Sebastian, Sofi Tukker, and Cloud Nothings.
This week, we present a series of longer pieces unraveling the histories of storied buildings.
Japan Premium Beef at 57 Great Jones Street. (Photo: Hanna Wallis)
Below the sparkling glint of a crystal chandelier, slabs of meat rest behind glass as if displayed in a museum. Each label is handwritten in gold ink on a black card, leaving a sense of mortal weight; something lost, commemorated, aggrandized.
The little butcher shop at 57 Great Jones Street lacks any trace of blood or a stained smock. It gives no hint of the secrets lurking in the building’s history, like an art icon’s untimely death or the 1905 murder that catalyzed the decline of the Italian mob in the Bowery. The shop’s unexpected elegance hides the death intrinsic to each of its products. Steaks appear as objects of art, an impression their price tags reinforce.
This week and next, we present a series of longer pieces unraveling the histories of storied buildings.
Nothing, at least nothing widely known, has happened at the Ravenite Social Club since Christmas Eve thirty-one years ago, when it became the court of John Gotti. Some 200 well-wishers filed across its rosette-tiled floor to pay their respects to the newly anointed boss of the Gambino crime family. FBI detectives concealed in a van watched the procession as the start of a new dynasty began.
If you’re still mourning the loss of Leonard Cohen last month, this may help: Film Forum is screening Tony Palmer’s classic documentary Leonard Cohen: Bird on a Wire for two weeks starting January 18. A lovely antidote to all those “Hallelujah” covers, the doc follows Cohen on a month-long tour of Europe in the spring of 1972, after his salad days in New York City. While it starts off with the obligatory footage of the band boarding planes and signing autographs (Cohen was already a big deal at the time, having released his first three albums), it soon takes a far more pensive turn.