Welcome to the first installment of Why That Tat?, in which we bring you the origin stories of the best/strangest/most hilarious/bizarre tattoos we encounter.
Michael Ian Cummings shows off his arm at a Whigs concert at Brooklyn Bowl. (Photo: Allyson Shiffman)
This week’s tattoo lives on all three members of beloved New York-based band SKATERS. It depicts two things we are very fond of: laid-back vibes and pizza! We asked SKATERS’ frontman Michael Ian Cummings, an East Village fixture, for some background:
It’s always funny to me how much people respond to this tattoo. I only did it because the rest of the band was getting them. Not trying to prove I like pizza more than you or anything (but I probably do). Lele from 8BallZines gave them to us while we were trying to finish the last song on the record at Electric Lady Studios. It was more distracting than I thought, but no problemo man.
Many of us are still mourning the loss of Max Fish, hopelessly wandering the gentrified streets of the Lower East Side for a watering hole to call home. However, we musn’t lose sight of what made Max Fish what it was. No, it wasn’t the revolting bathrooms, the overambitious lighting or even the refreshingly affordable beverages. It was the people, and many of those people are still kicking around downtown Manhattan and Brooklyn, serving drinks, playing in bands and turning up at various dive bars to grab a beer. More →
Last month I had the glorious opportunity to see Atlanta-based band Mood Rings open for Cults but I didn’t because I was too busy getting drunk or straightening my hair (or getting drunk while straightening my hair). At any rate, this is now a deeply felt regret as yesterday evening they opened for Connan Mockasin at Mercury Lounge and they were just swell — despite being down their synth player, who could not make the 14-hour drive for personal reasons. Luckily, his absence was well compensated for with generously used effects and a setlist consisting largely of songs they had written back when they were a four-piece. More →
ALEX PRAGER Crowd #3 (Pelican Beach), 2013 archival pigment print 59.5 x 92 inches, 151.1 x 233.7 cm 60.5 x 93.56 x 2.25 inches (framed), 153.7 x 237.6 x 5.7 cm Edition of 6 Courtesy the artist and Lehmann Maupin, New York and Hong Kong
Alex Prager is not especially intimidating. The Los Angeles-based photographer is often smiling, rather petite and generally endearing. So it’s amusing to envision her atop a cherry picker, directing hundreds of actors like some sort of omniscient being, which is precisely what she did for her latest body of work, Face in the Crowd. Shot over four days on a sound stage in LA, the project features a slew of universally relatable locations (bleachers at a sports game, the beach, an airport, a generic looking rec room) populated with Prager’s friends, family and countless extras styled in flamboyant wigs and exaggerated makeup. More →
Welcome to Mr. Throwback Thursday, in which everyone’s favorite connoisseur of all things retro and nostalgic, Mr. Throwback, gives us a weekly blast from the past.
(Photo: Allyson Shiffman)
Like most males who grew up in the ’80s, Mr. Throwback was enamored with the Chicago Bulls. When he came home from college and rediscovered his childhood room, which was lovingly decorated with Bulls paraphernalia, the pleasant feeling of nostalgia prompted him to start poking around the Internet for other nifty finds. He then purchased 1,000 jerseys and 1,000 hats (sure, why not), which he started selling at the Hells Kitchen Flea at 39th and Ninth. More →
Excellent news for those who like fried octopus-filled dough balls and the warmth of the indoors; beloved 9th Street kiosk Otafuku is moving a couple dozen feet west to a storefront in which customers can wait for and devour their favorite Japanese street snacks in a well-heated space. Set to open sometime in the next two weeks at 220 East 9th Street, the new outpost features an open kitchen, a stand-up bar, adorable signage and an additional name, Medetai (according to owner Yo Katsuse, it will also be called Otafuku, in case you’re resistant to change). More →
It is so freaking cold outside, we nearly forgot the gloriously momentous occasion that occurs on Jan. 7: Blue Ivy Carter’s birthday (that’s the holy spawn of Jay-Z and Beyoncé, in case you actively shun all pop culture media outlets). You know who didn’t forget Blue Ivy’s special day? Brooklyn-based rapper and remix mastermind MeLo-X, who released his remix of Beyoncé’s self-titled album, Yoncé-X, earlier today (following some carefully conceptualized teasers on Instagram, naturally). More →
If there was ever any concern that there weren’t enough places on St. Marks to get your belly button pierced at 2 a.m. on a Friday night, Elite Jewelry and Piercing Co. has just opened, replacing self-serve fro yo shop Yogurt Station.
It’s the second late night “body mod” outpost to claim the space of a frozen yogurt joint on this very block (NYC Kulture replaced a Red Mango just across the street), which would suggest that the drunken vagabonds of St. Marks would rather enhance (or disfigure) their physical appearance than enjoy a frozen treat. Except thatvegan ice cream joint DF Mavens is coming to the block. More →