After the premiere of Hell on Earth at the Tribeca Film Festival, an audience member asked filmmakers Sebastian Junger and Nick Quested why they had chosen The Fall of Syria and the Rise of ISIS, as the subtitle has it, as the topic of their documentary.
“It’s the greatest tragedy of our generation and we had to address it,” Quested told a crowd Wednesday at Cinépolis Chelsea.
The area of the Lower East Side known as Hells Square is undergoing a lot of change, but hey, Max Fish is reopening tomorrow and we’re told Lady Gaga has been hanging out at the new incarnation of her old haunt St. Jerome’s, which recently opened a back room and added a food menu. The video above, taken by Nicky Digital, shows Gaga, after appearing with Tony Bennett at Lincoln Center this past Monday, dropping into Rivington F&B to sing Nancy Sinatra’s “Bang Bang.”
When I meet Adam Golub, under the elevated tracks of the M train on one of the hottest days of the summer, he’s wearing a sleeveless top, shorts, sandals (the Teva-esque type that all Israelis seem to own) and slightly chipped metallic blue nail polish.
Golub chuckles wryly about the electrifying effect the varnish often has on those around him. Who knows how these delicate passersby might react to his drag identity, Shalmuta (“slut” in Hebrew)—a Bayiou-born Southern belle with a hankering for fried chicken and a love of suspenders and tartan.
The grandiose blurbs on the back cover of Marc Spitz’s Twee promise the reader a book that will analyze “the most polarizing and important youth movement since hop-hop,” and one that will do so “in the same way that Douglas Coupland branded Generation X.” Well, that would have sold me, even if I weren’t being paid to review it. As someone who still enthusiastically debates the exact moment when grunge became post-grunge, I’m a sucker for philosophizing about What The Kids Are Up To These Days and What It All Means. More →
Tenants protesting sale of a Mitchell-Lama building (Photo via Flickr, Angela Radulescu)
The Rent Guidelines Board met last Thursday ahead of voting to determine the maximum allowable rent increase for rent regulated apartments throughout New York City. The same review happens annually, but this year there’s a special sense of urgency as rents continue to rise amidst falling incomes and a precipitous drop in rent regulated housing stock, which account for some 1 million homes in the city. Proponents of rent regulation agree that the system is badly in need of reform, but it remains to be seen what exactly that might look like when Albany revisits the rent regulation laws, which expire on June 15. Many affordable housing advocates are worried that powerful real estate interests might prevail. But for now, it’s up to the RGB to decide whether or not to continue on a course of raising rents for rent regulated tenants or take the advice of some lawmakers and freeze rents.
If you had a chance to swing by Our Wicked Lady in the hours before their grand opening then maybe you found the loopy singer-songwriter Mac DeMarco throwin down dogs whilst a couple of his new tracks bumped on the boom box. Or perhaps you were stuck behind double-paned office windows, miles from anything resembling summer or fun, let alone new music. Stir not in jealousy, though, for the release of 25-year-old Rockaway resident Mac Demarco’s new “mini-LP” is just on the horizon.
“Comedy shows” sounds a lot like “comedy shoes.” What are comedy shoes? Maybe they’re big ol’ clown shoes, or super squeaky slippers, but it doesn’t matter what you think they are. The dynamic duo of Edy Modica and Eliza Hurwitz have declared their comedic footwear of choice to be roller skates, proclaiming (and skating) this loud and clear in their monthly show on wheels, ROFL. Bet you never knew that age-old internet acronym was actually referring to roller skates.
This month, a fine bunch of funny folk will be rolling in to tell jokes and make merry, including Marcia Belsky, Dan Licata, Jaboukie Young-White, Charles Gould, and Aparna Nancherla. I once tried to perform as a character wearing roller skates and when I tried to stand in one place for a duration of time I slowly and endlessly rolled forward and did not know how to stop. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.
Maybe you think you can be Joey Ramone for Halloween just by slapping on some sunglasses, jeans and a leather jacket, but a) you’re going to have to lose about 100 pounds to pull it off, and b) are you sure you know the correct lyrics to “Blitzkrieg Bob”? Leave it the rock-n-roll reenactment to the professionals at these Halloween cover shows. More →
While you were sleeping last night, Lady Gaga and Jeff Koons were throwing an “artRave” involving an eight-foot-tall sculpture of naked Gaga modeled after the cover of her new album ARTPOP. Boats were involved, people were excited.
We left midtown and headed down the East River to an undisclosed location later revealed to be the Brooklyn Navy Yards. By the time we docked (and filed out at an excruciating pace) we were steeped in complimentary cider and gender-indifferent eyeliner. More →
Our only utterance of advice for this week: pack em in, kids. If you’re as unsettled about the end of summer as we are, consider taking some of that aggression out at any number of these shows (there’s enough punk to go around for all of yous) or, better yet, gaze at some of these truly gnarly noise-makers in awe of frustrations much deeper than your own. Best, best, best of all, though: see what happens after a legendary rapper denounces her medium but returns to the stage anyway for something altogether new. Cheers to spiteful finales.