During the early aughts when I was a film student at Hunter College there was a small window of time when yoga pants hadn’t taken over the streets and Polaroid still walked all over digital photography. You could get Super-8 film developed same-day and a monthly Metrocard was only $63. After you swiped it and got on those emptier train cars of yore the only thing for a cool city kid to do besides keeping the CD player from skipping was read the latest issue of Vice. When it was only a magazine, Vice was the only one that mattered, right down to the back cover ads inspired by ’80s adult movies, courtesy of American Apparel. As the brand’s retail locations opened up all over the city, what was once just something on the back of the now defunct L magazine became part of my city’s physical landscape and helped define the “new” New York over the next decade.
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More and more music fans in New York have had it with the state of small live performances today. Random band lineups and chatty venues that don’t feel like they’re part of an aesthetic community have fed the demand for more eclectic programming in quiet environments like the curated Hum concerts and the uber-analogue record listenings at Classic Album Sundays. One of the largest producers of these shows in New York City is Sofar Sounds, which books 60 shows a month at various residential and commercial spaces all over the city.
Back in February, David Nordine, a mainstay on the street art scene of his native Lower East Side, lost part of his left arm after being struck be a subway train in Brighton Beach. Since then he’s been receiving support from his friends and exhibitors via a GoFundMe campaign that has raised over $27,000 and a benefit show last month at Bushwick’s Head Too Heavy Gallery.
A fire broke out next to Don Pedro last night, seriously harshing a 4/20 show scheduled at the Williamsburg venue.
The blaze started at the closed Lantingua’s Deli Market shortly after 6pm, as Don Pedro’s patrons were enjoying happy hour, and raged on the first and second floors of the building at 92 Manhattan Avenue for an hour and a half, according to the FDNY. Four firefighters were taken to the hospital with minor injuries.
Last night, Shea Stadium reopened for one night only so The Macaulay Culkin Show could hold what might be the comedy night’s final date at the East Williamsburg DIY venue. As we recently reported, Shea was forced to stop hosting shows last month while it awaits money from its Kickstarter so it can go legit.
Yesterday, after two decades on East Sixth Street, Love Shine packed up its handmade bags and closed its doors. After hosting a farewell party last week, owner Mark Seamon spent his last days greeting customers who came to say goodbye and wish their best to a person who clearly touched his small corner of downtown’s vibrant scene.
Ninjasonik hosted a wild music video shoot for their new single “Hoolies” at Lower East Side bar The Skinny last night. The NYC music staple comprised of rappers Jah Jah Brown and Telli Michaels also used the occasion to kick off their new party series Disco Trap, and at least a hundred friends from the art-bar scene and their Fame School hip-hop family came through.
While everyone else was working off their St. Patty’s hangovers, the city’s fixie fanatics were gearing up for the eighteenth annual Monstertrack bike race. The unsanctioned, fixed-gear-only messenger-style race is a favorite of both local and out-of-town riders from all over the world. (This former messenger took 22nd place in 2009.) This year’s snow-swept streets didn’t deter the 65 racers, of which 49 finished.
Photographer Nick McManus tore through Halloween like a bat out of hell, and came back with these party portraits.
Goodbye signs in the papered-up windows of Pearl River Mart indicated this was the iconic store’s last week in Soho, but gave no exact closing date. Turns out, Tuesday was its last day after 13 years on Broadway. Owner Ching Yeh Chen’s announcement that the massive store would close early, at 5 p.m., came in the same tone I’d heard at previous closing times there. After the last customers left and the doors were locked, the staff, clad in uniform denim vests, joined her and her husband, Ming Yi, for a group portrait.