Anahita Bradberry’s neon works have never been out under the sun at the Hester Street Fair before, but they’ve stood, bright and mysterious, under lots of other light sources: fluorescent gallery overheads, soft reading lamps, the natural afternoon rays that peek through windows. She began constructing glass neon sculptures a few years ago, a bit by accident. She had been assisting an artist in DC, watching him work with luminescent bulbs, when she became enamored with his chosen form.
She came up with the idea to barter: she’d do his paperwork in exchange for lessons. He taught her the art of blowing glass, bending it, and filling it with high-voltage electrified gas (it’s a rarefied medium, difficult to break into without direct mentorship like this). The rest is well-lit history. Her work—which tends toward the minimal, sleek lines and curves of illuminated color—has been shown in DC galleries and now in her new home borough of Brooklyn, where, for six months, she’s been running Studio Sour. The Greenpoint space serves as both a workroom for her and as a storefront for customers, those drawn in off the street by the glow.
When I meet Threats frontman Jack Ridley III at his practice space on Rivington, he is drinking a Corona and smoking a hand-rolled cig. It’s a derelict building, decorated with haphazard graffiti, located adjacent to Welcome to the Johnsons, where Jack tends bar a few nights a week. More →
It’s surprising that there wasn’t already a wine and cocktail-focused restaurant in New York named after the debauchery surrounding the Greek god of the grape harvest (there is, unsurprisingly, one in New Orleans). That void will be filled when Bacchanal, a “casual fine dining restaurant,” opens its doors on Tuesday. Imagining a best of both worlds situation (a restaurant mullet of sorts) we decided to find out what casual fine dining means at a preview yesterday evening. More →
Dan Colen throws rocks at his own work. (Matteo Prandoni, BFAnyc.com)
Dan Colen, the downtown artist best known for his charming antics with Ryan McGinley and the late Dash Snow, opened a solo show, Help!, at the Brant Foundation in Greenwich, Conn. yesterday. The pristine green lawns (with oversized pillows and blankets for, you know, lounging), decadent buffet (the burrata was delicious) and endless champagne were a far cry from Colen’s debauched legacy. More →
“Doesn’t every day celebrate Brooklyn artists?” joked Manhattan-based artist John Gordon Gould at yesterday evening’s Brooklyn Artist Ball. Be that as it may, the decadent event truly put Brooklyn artists front and center (those that were invited, anyway), showcasing their works as table displays and decorations at the Brooklyn Museum. More →
As in previous years, the Brooklyn Museum has handpicked a stellar group of Brooklyn-based artists to create site-specific installations for the Brooklyn Artists Ball, which takes place at the museum April 16. The 17 artists were tasked with creating an “immersive, multi-sensory table environment,” or, as they are more casually described, centerpieces. More →
Mishka, the Williamsburg clothing store that’s “born in Brooklyn, raised in Hell” (you’ll remember it as the creator of the Katz’s salami snapback) turns five tomorrow and like any good child of Hades it’s got quite a celebration planned. More →
Cancel All Our Vows, 2014, installation view. (Photo: Martin Parsekian)
The art world was infinitely bummed to find out LES’s DODGEgallery will be closing its doors next month, on its fourth anniversary. Founder Kristen Dodge made the announcement via e-mail on March 10th, expressing her gratitude to the gallery’s roster of artists, staff and supporters. More →
A man was seriously burned earlier today following what a bystander described as a “small explosion.” According to the bystander’s second-hand account, “a guy engulfed in flames” ran out of the building located at 170 Avenue C before emergency vehicles arrived. The victim’s charred clothes were left behind at the scene and have since been removed. More →
Smoking weed is oft associated with “chilling” or “hanging out,” however there is a tendency to disregard the norms of social decency when obtaining it. This is likely due to the fact that weed is illegal and cannot be purchased at your local bodega.
There are innumerous ways in which both potheads and casual weed smokers act like total jerks on their quest to get stoned. We consulted with a weed dealer (who will remain anonymous for obvious reasons. We shall call him “Mr. Green”) to find out common weed ordering faux pas and how to rectify them. More →