Celebrities are invading Bushwick — or its walls, anyway. Not only did Joey Ramone just show up on a Troutman Street building thanks to Bushwick Collective and French artist Invader, but an eye-grabbing tribute to Bushwick’s famous sons and daughters has also popped up.
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Last night Bushwick’s Exit Room gallery hoisted the flag for “Newmerica: The Birth of a Nation,” a tightly-focused group show (and burgeoning art collective?) of new works from Icy and Sot, NDA, Sonni, Matta Ruda, and LNY. Some of the work was so new, in fact, the LNY was still finishing his final piece even after the crowds started to arrive.
Sound the trumpets– or the alarms– Bushwick’s first boutique hotel has opened its doors on 9 Beaver Street, blocks from the JM Flushing stop. BKLYN House (who needs that extraneous “ROO”?), the first hotel from developer Moris Yero Shalmi, sits in the shadow of NYCHA’s Bushwick Houses. It looks a bit like an alien spaceship dropped on a block consisting of quiet one-story warehouses, a public school, and a bodega.
In anticipation of the opening for the Witches of Bushwick residency at Stream Gallery, we stopped by the Bushwick mini-art front yesterday. We can’t say we didn’t look sort of ridiculous getting there right as the gate opened, but thankfully we were greeted not only by a singular, unopened bottle of red wine sitting by its lonesome on a pedestal but also by Christine Tran (co-founder of Witches of Bushwick along with Anne Alexander).
Greenpoint Open Studios
Oct. 3-5, various locations in Greenpoint
Greenpoint’s yearly studio crawl hasn’t quite reached the frenzy of its Bushwick counterpart, but it’s growing. This year, after the Oct. 3 opening party at Dirck the Norseman, 265 artists will open their studio doors to show off their painting, jewelry, ceramics, video art, photography, sculpture, and more. More →
Brooklyn resident Susannah “Miss Susie” Mushatt Jones, the world’s oldest person, died last week at the age of 116. [Brooklyn Paper]
Plans are underway to build a pair of 50-story residential units where a parking lot currently stands on Cherry Street. [Bowery Boogie]
Pride & Joy, the barbecue joint that was to replace Lucky Cheng’s, is suing the building’s owner for $22 million and alleging that structural issues like a termite infestation delayed its opening. [DNA Info]
The Landmarks Preservation Commission sent developers of a building next to the Merchant’s House Museum back to the drawing board once again. 
Co-located schools don’t always get along, but these two are of a different color. Neon yellow, to be exact.
Lend me your ear, because I want to tell you about Bushwick Collective’s latest East Village mural. This little number just went up on St. Marks Place, between First Avenue and Avenue A, right between David’s Cafe and the wall where a Poland tribute went up last month. The likeness of Vincent Van Gogh is by Brazilian artist Sipros, who has done similar portraits of Salvador Dali (on 35th Street and elsewhere), Frida Kahlo, Morgan Freeman, and, most recently, Prince. You may know him from this piece in Bushwick.
This wall is dedicated to rotating works, but if anyone tries to take this one down, we won’t hear of it.
Many townhouses on this block in Bedford-Stuyvesant look nearly identical—the same stairs lead up to clean, white stone facades and glass doors with black frames—so much so that, walking past, I wonder if the same contractor has recently remodeled them. But the house I’m heading for stands out. Past the rusting gate, there are mismatching chairs—including a repurposed and faded bike taxi seat—encircling a makeshift coffee table, and the slightly battered front door is secured with a keypad deadbolt.
The differences become even more apparent once inside. The hallway is narrow, with at least six bicycles leaning or hanging on the walls, along with containers overflowing with helmets and other gear. “These are the bikes we actually use,” Amy, one of the residents, tells me. In the backyard and basement, there are parts for more than 25 more. But this isn’t a bike shop: it’s Noyes, a housing collective where eight unrelated people live together in a means that differs radically from that of most others living in New York.