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At Northside Festival, Wondering ‘What’s Next’ For Brooklyn

Last week, after Petit Noir’s performance during the Northside Festival, Scott Stedman was lounging poolside at Williamsburg’s King & Grove hotel. Tanned, oiled legs circled the deck. Waiters brought menus to the white-cloth umbrella tables.

“In many ways, the essential player for our entire festival is the geography and psycho-geography of Williamsburg and Greenpoint,” he said.

By psycho-geography, he meant that Williamsburg is no longer just a place — it’s a brand. And it’s safe to say Stedman’s Northside Media Group — which owns L Magazine and Brooklyn Magazine, and produces the Northside Festival — has had a lot to do with that. “The entire goal of our company is to define and showcase Brooklyn as a national adjective for ‘what’s next’ through media and large scale events like the Northside Festival,” he said.
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Bushwick Artists: Maybe We Should All Just Buy a Building Together?

Bushwick Artists: Maybe We Should All Just Buy a Building Together?
The crowd at 108 Starr Street. (Photo: Alexandra Glorioso)

The crowd at 108 Starr Street. (Photo: Alexandra Glorioso)

Six years ago, Josefina Blanc, a former photography editor at Art & Commerce, found herself priced out of Bushwick when the rent on the 10,000 sq. ft. loft shot up from $2,500 to $8,000. Her husband, a performance artist now represented by a gallery in Chelsea, had spent years renovating the space with the understanding that, in exchange, the rent would remain stable, but efforts to appeal to their landlord were in vain. The couple decided to call it quits and moved to South Carolina that year.
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Tim Kent On Painting Nudes: ‘It’s Just Like Sex But Without All the Sexy Stuff’

“This year is a mess,” says Tim Kent as sweat drips from his head. “Nothing is done, everything is unfinished, and I’m not happy with any of it.”

It is the Friday night of Bushwick Open Studios, and there is less than half an hour until the start of a reception for friends and supporters. The artist – and former bassist for the Giraffes – is stretched out on a brown leather sofa under his loft bed. As soon as his girlfriend Charlotte, clad in black, begins cooing about the library he built for her, he makes an anxious beeline for his workspace at the far end of the apartment and continues cleaning, clearing.
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