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Talks + Readings: Glitter Heels, the Art of Memoir, and Some Firebreathing

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Why we writeWhy We Write About Ourselves: Twenty Memoirists on Why They Expose Themselves (and Others) in the Name of Literature
Feb. 2nd at 7:00 p.m. at Powerhouse Arena, 37 Main St (DUMBO)
If you’ve ever read a memoir or a personal essay and wondered about the nuts and bolts behind all the self-exposure, this is the book for you. Twenty memoirists who’ve been through the ringer dish on the struggles of picking over your own dirty laundry to expose hard truths, turning loved ones into characters, and the pleasure and challenge of putting oneself front and center in your own narrative. Contributors Meghan Daum (The Unspeakable: And Other Subjects of Discussion), AM Homes (May We Be Forgiven) and Darin Strauss (Chang and Eng) will speak.
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Last Waltz With Paramount Brooklyn’s Old Wurlitzer Before a Two-Year Restoration

Organist Mark Herman with the 4/26 Wurlitzer. (Photo: Nick McManus)

Last month, we noted that a mighty Wurlitzer organ that belonged to the Brooklyn Paramount before it was converted into a gym would be played one last time before the building’s conversion back to a theater. After writing about “The Beast,” we just had to see the thing for ourselves. So we stopped by Saturday as Los Angeles-based organist Mark Herman rehearsed for his once-in-a-lifetime performance. 

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See Gremlins Tonight, Then Watch Trump Get Sent Up in Gremlins 2

25126e7bf6cf2fc9eea0bd17f01c36a056b8e62dNo offense, It’s a Wonderful Life, but Gremlins has to be the best holiday film of all-time. This guy knows it, and so does Alamo Drafthouse. When we heard Brooklyn’s new dine-in theater was screening the film and handing out limited-edition Gremlins tiki mugs, we just about gave ourselves a mohawk. Sadly, the tiki mugs weren’t ready to distribute last week, but we’re told they should be in by Friday. If you missed Tuesday’s screening, there’s another one tonight–but you’ll have to act fast, because just a couple of seats remained at the time of this posting.

If you miss out, don’t worry: Williamsburg bowling bar The Gutter is also screening Joe Dante’s 1984 classic tonight at 9pm, and it’s free. Granted, you won’t get a tiki mug, but you will get free homemade cookies and countless adorable shots of Gizmo ululating– which, by the way, one superfan was able to do at Alamo last week in order to win a Gremlins Christmas sweater. Impressive.

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Watch This Premiere of Single Blonde Failure and You, Too, Can Be an Early Adopter

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Let’s take a moment to talk about a strange and ubiquitous inhabitant of today’s internet landscape: the social media influencer. You know the type. Millennial. Self-described “lifestyle blogger.” Multiple Instagram posts per day. Perfect lighting. Radiant skin. Expensive clothes. Exotic locales. Thirsty for followers. #Grateful to be #blessed with such a strong #brand.

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Nightclubbing | Levi and the Rockats

Pat Ivers and Emily Armstrong continue sorting through their archives of punk-era concert footage as it’s digitized for the Downtown Collection at N.Y.U.’s Fales Library.

At CBGB, it was a crapshoot what you would hear on a given night (maybe folk rock, maybe noise bands) and we, the audience, said bring it on. If the music was good, we listened to it. But over in England, there was a culture war raging that was alien to most variety-loving New Yorkers.

Teds were the original “rebel teenagers” of the late 40s and early 50s, with their own unique clothing style and love of early rock and roll. They endured as a niche group for years, enjoying a resurgence in the 70s. They held on to their sartorial and musical traditions – and with it, an unfortunate penchant for violence, a behavior certainly fanned by the British tabloids. Though the gritty details remain debatable, it seemed inevitable that the conservative, volatile Teds would pick a fight with the publicity-loving, anarchic punks. The natty Teds didn’t like safety pins and they sure didn’t like the Sex Pistols.

Leee Black Childers remembered going to a rockabilly show in London in 1977 while touring with the Heartbreakers as their manager during the “Anarchy in the UK” tour. “When the lights went up, Teds suddenly descended on us and threatened to beat us up for being punks,” he said. “This kid, Levi Dexter stepped up and stuck up for us and we were saved.” Childers asked him if he had any friends, because with his looks he could start up a band. Levi recruited childhood friend Smutty Smiff and a few others and Childers became their manager. More →

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Polaroid Unveils New Retro Camera and Partners With Ryan McGinley

Polaroid CEO Scott Hardy and Polaroid Originals CEO Oskar Smolokowski (third and fifth from left) with photographer Ryan McGinley (second from right) joined the companies’ representaives, 9/13/17. (Photo: Nick McManus)

The story of Polaroid film’s rebirth came full circle Wednesday night at Bowery gallery The Hole for the launch of Polaroid Originals, a re-branding of the instant film that The Impossible Project made for the classic cameras. Polaroid also unveiled its new OneStep2 camera, a 21st century update of the ’70s version.

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NYC Porn Fest is Back! Time to Grind Out Your Submissions

(Via NYC Porn Festival/ Facebook)

(Via NYC Porn Festival/ Facebook)

Coming your way faster than you can say “wayward seed deluge,” it’s the second iteration of what’s indisputably the artiest smut fest the world over. The NYC Porn Film Festival is returning June 4 and 5), uniting an actually-smart postmodern exploration of porn with an earnest, non-binary, non-heteronormative, super sex-posi celebration of sex on film.

This year, the organizers say they’re once again dedicated to “exploring human sexuality through art, audience participation, parties, live performance, film, virtual reality, and sex technology.” Even if it’s highly unlikely that we’ll be seeing Miley Cyrus on the bill again this year, there will be plenty else to set fire to your loins.

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