Coffee and beer — one wakes us and the other sends us to our slumber. Oh, how we’d suffer without these dark elixirs. This weekend the two lifebloods upon which modern civilization hath been built receive their due celebration in the form of the New York Coffee Festival, taking place at The 69th Regiment Armory, and the 5th Annual Village Voice Brooklyn Pour Craft Beer Festival at the Brooklyn Expo Center.
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At 6pm this evening, tomorrow, and Thursday on the 12th Avenue Overlook of the High Line, sculptural artist Kevin Beasley wants you to stop and smell the roses — and while you’re at it, give them a good listen, too. To assist you with this sensory challenge, Beasley spent his summer months traversing the old West Side Line track, recording sounds – “natural, human, and machine” – that he’ll present tonight as “Untitled Stanzas: Staff/Un/Site.”
Beginning today and running through October 10, the One Art Space gallery in Tribeca will be holding an exhibit titled Attack the Block – “a concise survey of contemporary street art in America.” With many of the featured artists having already had their work exhibited in museums and galleries like MoMA, the Whitney and the Brooklyn Museum, the show is what Daniel Giella, owner of One Art Space, describes as an “all-star game” of the street art world. But is the show also an oxymoron?
“It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all” always struck me as a pretty shitty consolation. I guess it depends on who’s doing the losing part, right? Love looks a lot rosier from the side of the jilter than the jilt-ee. I guess the point being that at some stage you get a taste of both. Which is likely why, among the recently announced lineup for the upcoming eighth annual Bushwick Film Festival (Oct 1 to 4), the topic of love pops up so frequently. For this reason, I propose as a counter statement: it’s better to have neither loved nor lost, but rather watched the entire shitshow go down from the comfort of a theater chair. In honor of this newfound epithet, we’ve compiled our list of the films at this year’s BFF featuring the character of love in all her forms.
Historically, arts and the Roman Catholic Church have enjoyed a fruitful working relationship. Good branding, divine inspiration – whatever you wanna call it, most will agree that the church’s patronage ranks as one of the nobler pursuits done in the name of a higher being. Today, the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York continues this fine tradition with the grand opening of the Sheen Center for Thought & Culture in Greenwich Village.
There could be no better statement on the status-driven nature of collecting art than use of the term “affordable’ in describing the art for sale at the 20th annual Affordable Art Fair, running this weekend at The Metropolitan Pavilion. Affordable is defined as something “reasonably priced.” In this particular instance, that means art with a price tag ranging between $100 and $10,000, which begs the question (as it pertains to contemporary art), what the fuck even is “reasonable”?
Is it the price tag in relation to the cost of the materials (srsly, there ain’t enough gold leaf in the world)? Perhaps, it relates to the creative originality of the work, which is a whole different kettle of fish. More likely, it’s something closer to the economic value attached to an artist’s name. This is nothing new. The intersection of art and commerce has long been a topic of heated debate. Yet still, adding insult to injury, this word – affordable.
Nowadays, you can’t swing a dead wallaby by its tail without hitting an exciting new band from Australia. Are they putting something in the water down under, or is it some sort of universal karmic balancing act for housing all those convicts back in the day? Whatever the story is, for now at least, Oz seems a country worth looking to for notable emerging acts. Case in point, CMJ’s recently revealed lineup, littered with the languid sounds of beach-dwelling crooners, rockers and rappers alike from the real Deep South. To bring you up to speed, we’ve compiled seven acts from the lineup worthy of the nation that brought you such cultural gems as Mad Max and Waltzing Matilda.
The window for enjoying the spoils of nature shrinks with each passing day. Lest ye forget, winter is coming. Fear not, though, for as sure as there are endless plots prior to George R.R. Martin’s frosty apocalypse, so too does this city hold its own plethora of distractions to occupy these last sun-filled days.
Always dreamt of traveling to Japan but couldn’t face the 14-hour flight? If so, you’ll be glad to know that this weekend your biggest obstacle to experiencing all the cultural wonders of that far eastern isle will be a trip on the G train. Presenting the inaugural “Waku Waku + NYC” Japanese pop culture festival, a cornucopia of “anime, video, games, fine art, fashion, cosplay, food, music and sports” taking place at the Brooklyn Bowl, Verboten and the newly opened Brooklyn Expo Center. “Waku Waku” roughly translates to “excitement in a dream-like state.” With that in mind, we scoured the schedule in search of events likely to precipitate the most dream-worthy excitement, featured below.
The term “Lynchian” tends to evoke the dark, off-center sensibility of its carefully-coiffed namesake. It’s an adjective that could be used similarly to describe the indomitable comic stylings of a fellow Lynch named Jane. In this sense, “Jane Lynchian” refers to a no-bullshit, straight shooter always willing to share what’s on her mind (from Guatemalan ex-lovers to cocaine breakfasts). More recently, Lynch – as the jumpsuit wearing, draconian coach Sue Sylvester on Glee – added “songstress” to that list. But don’t take my word for it. Next week at Joe’s Pub you’ll be able to experience all that is “Jane Lynchian” courtesy of her new show, “See Jane Sing.”
Having begun her career on stage, Lynch’s tiptoe back toward theater was inevitable. Following her successful portrayal of Sue Sylvester, Lynch was cast as the equally villainous Miss Hanningan in last year’s Broadway production of Annie. Soon after, Lynch was invited by 54 Below, a local cabaret club, to perform her “act.” Though she had nothing prepared, Lynch accepted, improvising with a handful of what she says are “songs I just liked.”
Next week thousands of theater patrons will once again descend on Lower Manhattan for the 19th annual NYC Fringe Festival. “Fringe theater” usually denotes plays located on the edge of something (the mainstream, the city, a performer’s sanity). With 200 shows on offer, several seem to occupy the fringe between high culture and low, floating somewhere between stage, screen and page. These nine offer you the chance to Kill Dunham, Channel Spock and “Van Gogh Fuck Yourself.”
With Greece going through a bit of a rough patch, now seems as good a time as any to remember the days before it all went a bit pear-shaped. And what better way to do that than through the time-honored tradition of theater. Next Monday, Classic Stage Company will put the awe back in austerity as its “Greek Festival” plunges into a month of celebrated dramatic productions, workshops, readings and seminars. Speaking of plunging, the fifth annual “Between the Seas” festival is also going down in September (8th to 13th), bringing contemporary Mediterranean dance and theater to The Wild Project.