The Cooper Union students who’ve been fighting the advent of tuition — at one point camping out in president Jamshed Bharucha’s office and getting pizza deliveries by balloon — have been going hard lately. They’re just coming off of “Two Weeks of Leaks,” during which they attempted to discredit the school’s administration by posting internal documents such as, um, these instructions on how to toss to president’s salad. And now they’ve got another trick up their smocks: just like that other victim of Cooper Union’s financial woes, the St. Mark’s Bookshop, the students of the School of Architecture have launched an online crowdfunding campaign. More →
Mayor Bloomberg came by after the 8 a.m. meal and police commissioner Ray Kelly showed up a few hours later. But for the homeless and working poor people lined up outside the Bowery Mission on Thanksgiving Day, the glimpse of a VIP meant little compared to the prospect of a free turkey feast, a “blessing bag” of winter clothing, a new coat, and toys for the children. “People are nice here, very nice,” said a man shivering in a hooded sweatshirt as he waited to enter a tent leading to the Bowery Mission’s century-old chapel. “And the food is good.” More →
Not content with being the second least atrocious $1 slice spot in the East Village, Joey Pepperoni has gotten into the taco game and is now operating a taco stand within a pizza joint named Joey Guacamole.
Don’t get it twisted: the tacos are not $1. They’re $4.99 a pair, BUT you can get them topped with mozzarella. Which is crazy exotic for a taco. (The logo on the flyer describes Joey as “Authentic Mexican” while the logo in the restaurant describes it as “Authentic N.Y. Style.” Who knows.) More →
“Double Alaska” opens with Ben Seretan standing alone in an abandoned steam-power plant. The guitarist tunes his instrument, steps on a pedal, and a warm drone sounds out. The screen shifts to a series of images he shot on a handheld camcorder over the course of seven weeks in southeast Alaska: waterfalls, sunsets, lakes, mountaintops. More →
One look at Alex Gabriel McKanze and it’s obvious he’s a musician: the tall, lanky 22-year-old has shoulder-length brown hair and a tattoo of the solar system on his right arm. But he isn’t your stereotypical Bushwick rocker: raised in the Paris suburbs by an American father with Cherokee blood and an Italian mother with Gypsy blood, he’s fluent in five languages (and knows a little Portuguese and Latin, to boot). And as a freelance tour guide for Great New York Tours, he’s a walking encyclopedia. Even with a hangover, he can tell you that Henry Hudson discovered the Hudson River in 1609 (adding snidely, “Because the Native Americans obviously never saw it before”). More →
City Reliquary, the NYC-obsessed cabinet of wonders at the corner Metropolitan and Havemayer, isn’t usually a foodie destination — but it’ll celebrate two of life’s sweetest indulgences next week.
Dec. 7, the museum kicks off its latest exhibit, “Keep Your Eye Upon the Donut,” with a “grand donut soiree” featuring glazed samples from local shops like Peter Pan Donut, the Doughnut Plant, Dough. Plus, donut-inspired games from “How to Run a Successful Party.” The 1940s booklet (just one of the items that self-described “donut ambassador” Julie Thomson has culled for the exhibit) promotes donuts as “morale boosters,” and who can argue with that? More →
What better way to raise money for the victims of the typhoon that struck the Philippines earlier this month than by hosting a six-course Filipino dinner party? None, argues Yana Gilbuena, who was born and raised in the island nation. Her pop-up dinner series, Salo, landed in Greenpoint yesterday, contributing 30 percent of revenues to those in need. We joined in, got our hands dirty and heard more about Gilbuena’s plans to take her pop-up nationwide.
Frank Spano worked his way down a line of guests, welcoming the men in fedoras and women in flapper dresses to his hidden nightclub. He was tall, wore a grey suit and spoke with old-fashioned politeness. When he shook my hand and introduced himself, I shared a knowing smile with the other guests. We were all aware that Frank Spano would soon be shot dead in the narrow alleyway where we stood. We were here to find out why. More →