“The place that I really loved, the place we all went to, was the Cornelia Street Café,” says documentary filmmaker Karen Kramer. “We were just devastated when it closed. I almost can’t bear to go down Cornelia Street. But I have to, every day.” More →

George Bliss, who lives in the West Village and builds tricycles, was lamenting the fact that New York has changed. “It used to be much more surprising,” he said. “You never knew what you were going to see walking down the street. Everyone was an individual. Now, most people are trying to conform.” Exactly at the moment he said this, a tall, bearded man wearing a long-sleeved tiger t-shirt, red suspenders, zebra pants, and bigfoot slippers walked past. His mustache was styled into two upward curls on which it looked like you could hang a very small coat.  Gold sunglasses in the shape of hearts covered his eyes. He had a ring through his nose. Items spilled off his top hat, including a unicorn horn, bunny ears, bull horns, and one antler. On his belt loop, several tails—including a crocodile, beaver pelt, and fake felt dragon—swung from his waist, next to mug that said, “I’m famous in Bushwick.” George regarded the bearded man in bigfoot slippers. “You see,” said George. “There used to be many more like him.” More →

Though the L train (non) shutdown seems to get more and more confusing each day, north Brooklyn still remains a prime place to go out at night. Last weekend, Bushwick got a new nightclub with the opening of 444 Club on Irving Avenue, and tonight, Williamsburg restaurant and music venue Gran Torino hosts its gran(d) opening with an open bar and concert. More →

Now that SummerStage, Celebrate Brooklyn!, and Industry City’s Summer Series have announced their lineups, your summer plans are all but set. Today the missing piece of the puzzle falls into place, as Rooftop Films Summer Series has announced its slate of features. More →

I arrived yesterday at Film Forum’s Whit Stillman retrospective dressed not unlike a character in one of his films — tweed Brooks jacket, button-down shirt with gently frayed collar, a general air of the shabby genteel. I hoped he’d approve. I was about to consume three Stillman films in a single sitting — more than five marathon hours of witty, high Protestant banter — and it was an intimidating prospect; surely my most gonzo undertaking yet. More →

By now you’ve heard about Moby rubbing his dick on Donald Trump. But Trump is far from the only celebrity name-checked in the musician’s new memoir, Then It Fell Apart. The follow-up to Porcelain— in which Moby documented his younger years as a sober, Christian vegan– recounts the rise and fall of Moby’s superstardom, starting with the unexpected worldwide success of Play in 1999 and ending with his realization, nearly a decade later, that maybe pounding an estimated 100 drinks per week (all while regularly doing cocaine, ecstasy, and all the rest) wasn’t such a hot idea. After all, when you’re falling asleep on threesomes and you don’t know whose feces you woke up covered in, it’s probably time to reexamine things. More →

Superfine! Art Fair ended its run in Soho on Sunday after exhibiting the work of over 60 artists during NYC’s Frieze Week. This year the fair, which moved downtown after two years in the Meatpacking District, partnered up with nearby Moniker Art Fair in Noho to try to lure art lovers away from Freize’s hub on Randall’s Island and Art New York on Pier 94. More →

Between Wild Wild Country, “The Stolen Kids of Sarah Lawrence” (now becoming a film), and the start of the Nxivm trial, cults are most definitely part of the zeitgeist these days. Mary Herron—director of one of the many Charles Manson movies coming out— shared some theories about them last night after a preview screening of Charlie Says, which hits theaters Friday following runs at the Tribeca and Montclair film festivals. More →