Did you miss “Too Many Lenas,” the loving spoof of Lena Dunham and her characters that we told you about last week? Well, then you missed two Lenas playing Chubby Bunny, a monologue rife with breakfast-themed double entendres, a human-sized cake, topless doubles ping-pong, masturbation to a Woody Allen film, and zingers like “Does curly hair make me ethnic?” But don’t worry: Bedford + Bowery has secured this clip of Sam Corbin as Self-Depicted Lena. Just a little something to tide you over until the real Lena returns to HBO.
Introducing Play Room, where we hang with bands in their rehearsal spaces — and have them play us a tune.
The So So Glos are about as Brooklyn as they come: frontman Alex Levine, his brother Ryan and their step-brother Zach Staggers are natives of Bay Ridge (guitarist Matt Elkin hails from Connecticut). They recently welcomed us into Shea Stadium in Bushwick to talk about the multipurpose space they co-founded, and to give us an exclusive performance of “House of Glass,” off the LP they just released on Shea Stadium Records.
“Blowout” is available on iTunes, Bandcamp, etc. and will soon be in stores. Or, catch the So So Glos at Glasslands on July 9.
If you’ve ever found yourself at Wreck Room, feeling like it’d be nice to be surrounded by the same crowd but in considerably less stale air, then pack your bags for Offsite, a “major multi-disciplinary weekend of creative workshops and activities” — or: an adult sleep-away camp.
This past weekend, North 6th Street exploded with energy as more than 20 artists chosen by Absolut’s Open Canvas Initiative transformed a Williamsburg block of storefronts, construction fences and bare walls into colorful, stunning murals. Prompted to “Transform Today,” the artists, who were mostly from the Brooklyn area, worked with a wide variety of materials and mediums — starting with yarn.
Click through our slideshow to see how the event unspooled.
Every day around 4:20 p.m. we stuff your pipe with Lil’ Nugs, our late afternoon link dump.
The East Village, Alphabet City, Midtown South – seems that no one really knows what to call the area east of Third Avenue and north of Houston anymore. But it turns out that this ontological crisis is nothing new. Flaming Pablum traces the evolving nomenclature of, uh, whatever we’re calling this neighborhood now. [Flaming Pablum]
Massey Knakal Realty is marketing a parcel along the Greenpoint East River waterfront. Check that; it’s in the East River. It is literally underwater. But the good news is that “the lot presents a unique opportunity for waterfront development,” as the listing puts it. The price? A cool $2.5 million.  More →
A new study tells us what we might’ve guessed from the recent proliferation of ping pong-tabled “event spaces”: gentrification is on the rise in Chinatown and the Lower East Side.
Or so concludes a report studying Asian neighborhoods in Boston, New York and Philadelphia in order to analyze displacement occurring as a result of higher rents (and no, we’re not just talking about ).
AJ Nichols, the bike mechanic who was repairing and selling bicycles out of a basement in Bushwick, is enjoying a new life above ground. The 26-year-old North Carolinian relocated his subterranean studio to a proper storefront and, after decorating it with woodworking scraps from an artist’s dumpster, grand-opened Harvest Cyclery at 606 Bushwick Avenue earlier this month.
Here’s what we’re really excited to see this week in local theaters (or, for that matter, at local bars and rooftops).
Sarah Jacobson was an independent filmmaker who believed wholeheartedly in feminism and punk rock, and fully embraced a DIY method of filmmaking. Before cancer cut her life short at age 32, she made some of the most influential underground films of the ’90s, including “I Was a Teenage Serial Killer,” “Road Movie (Or What I Learned In a Buick Station Wagon),” and a feature film, “Mary Jane’s Not a Virgin Anymore.”
The Renegade Craft Fair set up camp in Williamsburg’s East River State Park this weekend, alongside regulars Smorgasburg and Brooklyn Flea. We withstood the sweltering heat to show you a few of our favorite things, amass a collection of business cards, and to indulge in some ice cream from the Coolhaus truck (which, unfortunately, could not withstand the heat). We may have even come away with a purchase or two – because, indeed, one can always use another bloody tote.
If you missed out on the fair, don’t worry: all of the vendors also sell their wares online, and many of them are based locally in Brooklyn. You’ll find links to their online shops with each image, and the full list of Renegade Craft vendors can be found here.
Last night Motor City Bar celebrated “17 years of sex, drugs and rock n roll,” as the invite to its going-away bash put it. We stopped by the Lower East Side dive and got a few photos of the packed, humid room, presided over by the gyrating Anna CopaCabanna and — in the DJ nook — Dion Lunadon of A Place to Bury Strangers.
If you missed the official sendoff, don’t worry: the whiskey will be flowing for another week.