(Courtesy of Peephole Cinema)
Hidden on a residential street in Bushwick is a white building with black lettering that reads “Peephole Cinema,” with an arrow pointing south towards a small viewfinder. When you look inside, a visually stimulating world is exposed. Short animated films play on loop; they have no clear narrative or sound, and are full of whimsy and imagination. More →
Sure, Monday’s brief spike into warmer weather only lasted a day, but Industry City has dropped another much-needed reminder that good climes and good times are right on the horizon. The Sunset Park work-play complex just announced the lineup for its summer series of concerts and parties, and this year is going to be a doozy thanks to Antibalas, Blonde Redhead, Guided by Voices, Frankie Cosmos, Lee “Scratch” Perry, and more.
The DJ lineup is just as impressive as the schedule of live shows, what with some of our favorite selectors—including Soul Clap, Wolf + Lamb, and Greenpoint’s own The Lot Radio—in the mix. More →
Suchitra Mattai, “The Great Escape,” 2019.
Definitions around gender have shifted dramatically in recent years. Grammar aficionados have duked it out over the singular they and dictionaries have made space for words like “trans*” and “Mx.”
“Women’s Work: Art & Activism in the 21st Century,” which opens this Wednesday at Pen + Brush, takes the idea of definitions as a starting place, but goes much further.
A good poem is a small slice of life. Loud music, a gentle gaze, raucous laughter, a brisk winter breeze. Poetry moves sensation to the page by transforming texture and temperature into text.
(Photo: David Byrd)
Do you know Miss Astrid? The question is the Downtown equivalent to the Williamsburg litmus test query, “Remember Cokie’s?” Your answer speaks volumes about how long you’ve been around and how much realness you’ve gotten yourself into. Miss Astrid, née Kate Valentine, was a member of the LA burlesque troupe The Velvet Hammer, one of the major groups often cited as the edge of the knife in the burlesque revival of the 1990s (along with New York’s Billie Madley and Dutch Weismann’s Follies). With her own vaudeville review, The Va Va Voom Room (“Best Burlesque Show in NYC – New York magazine”) Astrid rocked such bygone venues as Fez under the Time Cafe, Show World, and The Zipper Factory.
Back in September, HBO announced that it was renewing The Deuce, David Simon’s gritty drama about the rise of the porn trade in ’70s and ’80s NYC, for a third and final season. Now vintage cars are lining Orchard Street between Stanton and Rivington in preparation for a shoot tonight. More →
(Photo: Cecilia Nowell)
This past weekend’s warm weather welcomed back a new season of Smorgasburg, the much-loved outdoor market held Saturdays in Williamsburg and Sundays in Prospect Park (and, starting this week, Fridays at the Westfield World Trade Center). Rest assured, Smorg isn’t the only opportunity to leave Manhattan for a great food market. Next week, April 20, the Queens Night Market kicks off its 2019 season with a special ticketed “Sneak Preview.”
Though the food market coming to Essex Crossing got some nice press last week, you’ll have to wait three months before it opens. In the meantime, the massive development near the Williamsburg Bridge finally got its 14-screen movie theater, as Regal Essex 14 & RPX opened at 129 Delancey Street on Friday. More →
Enid’s brunch staff before their second to last Sunday before closing with owner Ashley James (top, fourth from left), 3/24/18 at 10a.
Greenpoint’s past and present collided last week as Enid’s shuttered after 20 years of early brunches and late-night parties. After the beloved bar and restaurant announced its closure two months ago, owner Ashley James told Bedford+Bowery that it had served its purpose and “now it’s time to move on.” We spent time at Enid’s during the long reunion that was its final week and met countless regulars and staff who drowned themselves in tears, sweat and scores of Harrison cocktails.
It’s not often that two strikingly original works seem to have been cut from the same puke-drenched cloth, but that’s exactly the case with Ottessa Moshfegh’s My Year of Rest and Relaxation, published last year to critical acclaim, and Joel Potrykus’s Relaxer, which premiered last year around the same time at SXSW and is now playing at Cinema Village East. The film has been called “the grossest movie of the year” while the novel will have you “cringing during every moment,” per The Paris Review. Clearly, despite their titles, relaxation isn’t exactly their intended purpose.