Yesterday, after two decades on East Sixth Street, Love Shine packed up its handmade bags and closed its doors. After hosting a farewell party last week, owner Mark Seamon spent his last days greeting customers who came to say goodbye and wish their best to a person who clearly touched his small corner of downtown’s vibrant scene.
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The Flea’s founders explained the move in an email:
It’s a bittersweet moment for us, as our flagship location in Fort Greene is where this whole trip began. With a brand-new running track laid at the [Bishop Laughlin Memorial High] school over the winter and the chance to expand beckoning at East River State Park, however, it made sense to make this move now. The Flea loved every moment of its nine years at Bishop Loughlin, and we thank everyone at the school for their partnership over the last decade.
The Flea’s Sunday markets are staying put this season: Sunday Smorgasburg will remain at Prospect Park’s Breeze Hill, where it has been since 2015, and the Sunday Flea will remain at DUMBO’s Archway under the Manhattan Bridge. You’ll recall that the Sunday Flea took place in Williamsburg until last season, so the Saturday Flea’s move to the neighborhood is a homecoming of sorts.
It’s all one big game of musical chairs. Speaking of chairs, maybe you can score a nice little Eames number during the Flea’s opening weekend, April 1 and 2.
Dokonoko was launched by Tokyo-born graphic designer Reina Sugiyama and her fellow New Yorker Lacey Voss, who has designed for American Outfitters and Victoria’s Secret. The brand describes itself as “a play on many things: Japanese and American cultures, femininity and feminism, identity and stereotypes, and the seriousness of the retail world.” The quintessential “Dokonoko woman,” according to the brand’s manifesto, had an international upbringing (Sugiyama was a globe-trotting diplomat’s daughter) and “found her freedom to be truly herself” in New York City.
Getting a haircut is never as simple as it sounds, especially in this city. You’re gonna need some help, unless you have one or more of the following: a) extremely liberal views on what counts as presentable b) a steady pair of hands, and c) tremendous flexibility á la the double-jointed faction of showtime kids. Good luck with that whole finding-a-stylist thing, by the way. If you’re searching within a two-mile radius of Greenpoint alone Yelp turns up 218 hair salons. On top of that, professional hair choppin’ is a fiercely competitive scene, and yet salons still manage to be painfully expensive and, in some cases, rather uncomfortable.
When Quimby’s opened up a few weeks back just off the Metropolitan stop, Williamsburg gained another hip little bookstore in an area where it sometimes feels like culture is on the way out. Thankfully, Quimby’s is the real deal, even if it’s a revival of a Chicago institution first opened by Steven Svymbersky in the ’90s.
But wait a minute, isn’t there already a specialty book store on the block? Yeah, there most definitely is: Desert Island, probably the best comic bookstore in the city, and maybe one of the most glorious shops dedicated solely to graphic novels and arty comics.
There was a time when a trendy corporate chain store on Bedford Avenue was about as unimaginable as, well, a Donald Trump presidency. But boy have times changed, what with Apple, Whole Foods, Dr. Martens, Equinox and all the others doing their best to turn Bedford Avenue into something resembling Broadway between Houston and Canal. Now Uniqlo is jumping into the mix, by opening a pop-up store in the space that housed Spike Hill until the bar and music venue closed two years ago.
Halloween weekend is upon us, boo. The good news: There are a slew of parties on the horizon. The bad news: After this weekend the city freezes over and Santacon (ugh, Santacon in Williamsburg?) is what passes for outdoor activity. But don’t fret: The city’s biggest outdoor markets are busting out the folding tables and beer kegs one last time this weekend. Hit ’em up before they hibernate.
It’s kinda hard to imagine that we’ll be wearing winter coats anytime soon, considering that it feels more like late August than almost-Halloween right now. Don’t be fooled, though–winter’s looming. Thankfully, there are ways to ease the shock and pain of the Ice Betch’s arrival, and not all of them involve a bottle of vodka and a death wish.
Actually, please don’t die. How could you possibly grip one of the super cool “statement coats” from the Maevan Vintage pop-up shop (coming to Greenpoint November 4 through 30) if you’re dead?
This afternoon, you’ll have the chance to head to South Williamsburg and score vintage clothes from hot brands like Acne, Birkenstock, and Alexander McQueen. Before you start to go on about how empty your wallet is and how high the prices must be, please refrain. All of these will be absolutely free of charge.
How is this possible, you ask? The pop-up is the product of Scandicandy, a group of students studying “experience and event design” at Oslo’s Westerdals school. The group’s mission is to “bring the lifestyle of Scandinavia to the streets of Brooklyn.”
On Thursday evening, a group of 10 or 15 people descended into a mysterious basement on Bed-Stuy’s Myrtle Avenue. If not for the beats of FKA Twigs that floated up the dark staircase, you might have missed it completely. The space, which lies below an apartment and has been renovated into an art space called TT Gallery, carries a musty scent and feels otherworldly. Some of the floor is still dirt, the intricate roof panels and stone walls look like something out of a Final Fantasy realm. Only, the characters of this world weren’t there to adventure amongst monsters, but to strut their stuff. This was the setting for Iranian-born, Montreal-based designer and artist Pedram Karimi‘s SS17 show.