Joey Skaggs is at it again. The longtime prankster has made a profession out of feeding the media false information in order to highlight and satirize their gullibility. His victims range from Fox to The Washington Post. In October of last year, director Andrea Marini released Art of the Prank, a documentary that covers Skaggs’s history as an artist and his many hoaxes. Yet despite the media’s growing awareness of Skaggs and his MO, he continues to disseminate elaborate scoops to the press.
Tonight, The Tank turns off its lights for four days, for its annual DarkFest. The midtown theater has invited five known and emerging acts to do whatever they want, as long as they steer clear of the power grid. In previous years, that has meant anonymous confessions in the pitch black, shows illuminated with nothing but glow tape, and a mining-disaster story lit only with hard-hat headlamps.
For the next 24 long, hot hours Rosary Solimanto will lie lifeless in a coffin outside of the offices of senators Kirsten Gellibrand and Chuck Schumer, to protest the “fast tracking” of the repeal of the Affordable Care Act.
“If I don’t get proper medical care in the near future, that coffin’s going to be for real,” Solimanto said during an interview explaining why she was planning the performance protest.
Earlier this week we brought word that Gray’s Papaya would be opening a midtown location at 612 Eighth Avenue, between 39th and 40th Streets, making an uptown Papaya pilgrimage just a little easier for those of us who are still mourning the loss, three years ago, of their Greenwich Village spot. (The chain had dwindled down to its original store at 72nd Street.)
Two members of East Village royalty, Philip Glass and Iggy Pop, have upcoming gigs at venues that befit their majesty. Iggy, whose throne is in Miami these days, just released the first and second songs off of Post Pop Depression, his recently announced album with Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age (out March 18). The supergroup (also made up of members of The Dead Weather and Arctic Monkeys) announced tour dates today. The NYC stop, on April 12, will be at the United Palace Theatre, the gilded, grandiose former movie palace in Washington Heights. (The onetime Loews “wonder theater” was a sister of the Kings Theatre in Flatbush, and is bigger and possibly even more jaw-dropping than its lavish sibling.) Tickets go on sale Saturday at 10 a.m., with presales starting Thursday.
Not since the jacuzzi at Plato’s Retreat has Manhattan seen an aquatic playground like Spa Castle Premier 57. When we checked out the beloved Queens spa’s seven-month-old Midtown offshoot a little while back, there was no shortage of cavortage in the hydrotherapy pool. So what if the backsplash from everyone’s water-jet massages was landing in our champers flute — we’re all friends here. But one thing did put a damper on this waterworld: there was no rooftop pool a la College Park location.
With the U.S. “reasonably certain” that a drone strike killed the much reviled Jihadi John and a wave of recent attacks boosting our worst fears about ISIS, the timing isn’t exactly great for a documentary that questions the wisdom of targeted killings. But two former drone operators who appear in Tonje Hessen Schei’s Drone are sticking to their guns.
Now there’s nothing to stop you from living the life of a 1920s libertine. Swing 46, where you can dance to live big band music every single night of the week, returned with a vengeance Thursday when scores of dancers descended on 46th Street to strut their stuff to the tunes of the George Gee Orchestra.
After expanding to St. Marks Place and then launching a food truck, Upper East Side institution Papaya King has decided to go for the jugular and is putting down roots in Herald Square, ground zero for dirty-water dog vendors. Starting Oct. 23, the king will station its flashy new food cart (shown here) outside of Macy’s in Herald Square. It’ll be at Broadway and 35th Street from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. serving hot dogs, veggie dogs, corn dogs, and knishes. This is such a setback to workaday wiener vendors that we don’t know how they’re going to ketchup.
Really high as in: 65 floors up.
In case you haven’t heard, the 80-year-old Rainbow Room (where we once partied with Jay-Z following his Radio City show — not bragging or anything) reopened this week after a five-year hiatus. That and the Subway Inn’s imminent closure (temporary, thank goodness) seemed like a good excuse for us to venture into midtown last night.