Netflix continues to clobber the local movie-buying landscape (R.I.P., Photoplay). DVD Funhouse in the East Village is the latest casualty. Employees said the store has another month or two until they lock up for good. More →
While I usually look down on eulogizing something that hasn’t yet passed, I thoroughly endorse any preemptive tributes for Goodbye Blue Monday. This isn’t to say that I want or expect the longstanding Bushwick venue to close. The opposite is true: I think anyone who’s ever gigged or killed time there should come out black-veils-and-all and throw money to its piles of twisted scrap-heap metal and forever-untouched records. More →
Necklace was $55, now $45 (Photos courtesy of Erica Weiner jewelry)
Trying to overcome your nagging perfectionism? At an upcoming sample sale in Greenpoint, you can buy all sorts of jewelry that’s soon-to-be discontinued, or flaunting lovable mistakes.
“It’s kind of Frankenstein versions of a lot of the things we have in the collection—things that resemble collection items but didn’t make the cut because they weren’t quite right,” said Emily Ruane, publicist for Erica Weiner. “One-of-a-kind experiments, basically.”
Deputy Inspector John G. Cappelmann (Photo: Mary Reinholz)
Crime in the NYPD’s 9th precinct dropped by a “significant” 21% over the past 28 days compared to the same time frame from last year, says Deputy Inspector John G. Cappelmann. Cappelmann, the commanding officer of the precinct, which encompasses the East Village and parts of LES, delivered the good news at last night’s monthly Community Council meeting. He did not, however, cite New York’s brutal winter weather as a reason.
Dave Willis doing ollie up, backside 180 kickflip. Manhattan, 2009. (Photo: Allen Ying)
California may get the most shine when it comes to skateboarding, but that’s all about to change. A proposed new magazine plans to focus solely on the culture of skating in New York City. It’s name, Stoops, is a throwback to a time when Supremewas just getting started and New York skate coverage was sparse. The quarterly publication aims to give the unique culture of NYC skating the steady voice it has long deserved. More →
SXSW certainly isn’t for everyone– the crowds, the queues, the lack of available cabs, sure to leave any New Yorker squirming– but really, there’s no better place for discovering a whole lot of great music in not a whole lot of time. While the warm(ish) Texas weather was definitely a major selling point, the ultimate goal for yours truly (plus one talented photographer pal), was to catch as many bands as humanly possible. Despite the dark cloud of an early, unexpected tragedy (luckily, we were both fast asleep at the time of the accident), the festival re-gained its momentum. Over the course of four booze-and-BBQ fueled days, we criss-crossed Austin in search of some familiar faces. Here’s what we found. More →
I never noticed the fine print that appears on many of the “No Parking” signs (all?) posted by film studios, but the brightly colored laminated posters themselves had been decorating my neighborhood with an increasing frequency as shows like Girls and Steven Soderbergh’s The Knick found homes on the north side of Greenpoint. More →
For better or for worse, we live in a world in which things you text to one person have the potential to get screen captured and blasted to their 2,475 followers. That’s precisely what happened to Lit Lounge co-owner Erik Foss following this week’s “Lit Mondays.” More →
Take a look at photos from the scary fire that raged all night at a Greenpoint recycling plant. The flames were finally quelled around 6 a.m. Four firefighters suffered minor injuries and there were no fatalities. [Greenpointers]
The Beastie Boys have settled a legal dispute with GoldieBlox, a toy company that used a tweaked version of the rappers’ song “Girls” to promote their “Princess Machine” to, you guessed it, girls. Now, more importantly, where can we get our hands on one of those Princess Machines (asking for a friend)? [NY Daily News]
Drawings by Julia Rothman/Photos courtesy of Chronicle Books
Around the time of my second birthday, my mom and dad brought me to a kiddie shrink. My favorite activity was lining things up–Cheerios, Easter eggs, trolls dolls–so my parents assumed I had a harrowing case of Baby OCD. Obviously, they were first-time parents. The shrink said there was nothing wrong with me and I was sent home (for now). More →