When you see a saxophone on stage at Brooklyn Bowl and know Bill Clinton is moments away from walking on, you have to wonder whether he’s going to go full Arsenio. Sadly, he did not jump in with the Wailers as they performed a couple of Marley hits, “One Love” and “Could You Be Loved,” at last night’s fundraiser for Hillary Clinton. But it’s still safe to say everyone who forked over $250 and up got their money’s worth.
Elliot Crown is an actor who likes the political, an activist who loves creativity. Mash that together and you get one of New York’s only political puppeteers. His puppets have been widely covered, but people rarely see the man behind the mask. Aside from his political theater, Crown also works “about 14 jobs, like all actors in New York” and appeared in the movie Isn’t It Delicious. Crown, who has been “45 for quiet a while,” shares his East Village apartment with many of the papier mâché masks he created – like the Donald Trump with $-eyes or Hillary Clinton’s Pinocchio nose.
A baseball bat swung through the air and collided with Donald Trump’s torso. The bat-wielding child laughed, the crowd cheered, and the piñata of Mr. Trump, by artist Pablo Helguera, went flying around in circles.
“That’s a tough Donald Trump,” said someone in the crowd. After multiple assaults, barely any dents were visible.
“Are there any white people here?” Atheer Yacoub asked the audience last night at The Experiment Comedy Gallery. “Can I hide behind you until this election is over?”
Yacoub played host for Hilarious Muslims: a Patriotic Stand-Up Show, the second all-Muslim comedy showcase at Williamsburg’s newest DIY comedy venue, which caught a wave of viral attention recently when owner Mo Fathelbab introduced the “Donald Trump Special” last Friday.
Donald Trump’s presidential campaign has been protested with street art, gallery shows, and even a piñata pummeling, but yesterday brought an unprecedented scene as an eclectic crowd of New Yorkers gathered outside the Republican candidate’s own Trump Tower, wielding signs calling to “END RACISM” and “WELCOME REFUGEES.”
With the title “HOUSE OF LIES,” Johan Wahlstrom’s upcoming exhibition at the Van Der Plas Gallery on the Lower East Side isn’t exactly subtle political commentary. The painting at left (click to enlarge) will be one of several featuring our favorite orange comb-over in the artist’s signature earthy palette. But it’s not just about hating on Trump, says the gallery’s executive assistant Arbi Gjondedaj. “It’s about the social upheaval we see all around us.”
It’s going to be pretty hard to beat Taran Killam’s impression of Donald Trump (above) during the season opener of Saturday Night Live, but the intrepid improvisers at UCB are giving it a shot tonight at 8 p.m. “Trump is President and he’s giving a luxurious speech from the East Room of the White House,” goes the blurb for Trump Dump: President Luxury. “Join him and his paid audience as he updates America on the Hunt for Rosie O’Donnell, the construction of the first ever transcontinental hair oil pipeline and his plan for bronzing illegal immigrant’s babies and using them for actual ships anchors.”
With Donald Trump getting lambasted in the form of Ronald McDonald and then a piñata, you knew it was only a matter of time before the Lower East Side’s consummate pop-culture absurdist took a swipe. Not to be outshined by his namesake street-artist-turned-amusement-park-operator, Hansky just threw up this masterpiece on the corner of Canal and Orchard. Unlike other Hanksies, this one appears to be pun-free — until you look at the sign next to it: “Private Property. No [ahem] dumping allowed.”
A flock of Trump groupies gathered on the eastern side of McCarren Park yesterday, but there was nary a “Thank You Lord Jesus” sign to be found. Instead they were wielding sticks and lining up to bash their patron saint. Well, in reality we can’t be sure where anybody helping to destroy a pair of Donald Trump piñatas–created by the people at Ratter— leans politically.
Christoph Paul‘s latest book — Love Spandrel, a collection of 90 poems out today — is a Valentine’s gift for his girlfriend. But don’t let that fool you: his next one will be titled Tits From Hell, and he describes it as “Rosemary’s Baby meets Nip/Tuck.”