Hot damn, it’s summer in the city. In celebration, a pop-up beach just appeared for the weekend at 171 Elizabeth Street. “Nolita Beach,” reads a blue neon sign outside the tiny gallery filled with 7,000 pounds of beach sand. Appropriately draped along its walls, like a set of functional tapestries, are beach towels created by ten prominent New York designers such as Jessica Walsh and Damien Correll. The crazed brain behind this bohemian beach is Tictail, an online marketplace where designers and artists create their own stores (think a less crunchy Etsy.)
Federico García Lorca once again achieved Poet in New York status when a mural depicting the Spanish literary lion went up in Bushwick a couple of years ago. Now he’s returned to Manhattan, where he studied at Columbia in 1929 and penned “Sleepless City: Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne.” The poem is quoted in this new mural by Spanish artist Raúl Ruiz and Brooklyn’s own Cern.
“Shout outs to the drunk white girls,” exclaimed Awkwafina, gesturing toward a giggling gaggle gathered Thursday night at McNally Jackson Books in Soho. At this month’s installment of the Real Characters storytelling/reading series, the rapper turned New York City tour guide read a couple excerpts from her recently published Awkwafina’s NYC and shared some experiences from a hard-bitten life of riding the rails.
Last time we admired the art of Mark Hogancamp, subject of the fantastic documentary Marwencol, it was in Red Hook, at a Pioneer Works exhibit that focused on the female figures who populate the miniature World War II-era village that he built in his Kingston, New York backyard. Since then, Steve Carrell has signed on to play Hogancamp in Robert Zemeckis’ dramatic adaptation of the doc, and now the real-life Hogie is returning to city for what will be his largest exhibit to date.
Time again for our weekly roundup of what’s new on the art scene.
Buccaneer, Masquerade, Suspence, Abundance, Thorn, Champion. Recent works by Brice Brown
April 17 (opening reception 7-9pm) to May 23 at Air Circulation, 160 Randolph St., Bushwick.
Kentucky-born artist Brice Brown created a multi-part installation meant to present a fragmented experienece of the still life genre as a way to explore “the dichotomous impulses inherent in the act of domestication: containment and freedom; restraint and release; a need for chaos and a need for order,” per the artist’s statement. The installation, largely consisting of archival pigment prints, wallpaper design and soft sculpture, draws from The Batsford Colour Book of Roses (1962) and pages from an early 20th century fruit and seed catalog. References to the letterhead design of constructivist-influenced masters such as Piet Zwart are embedded in the pieces.
After getting wind of the Hedwig-themed tribute coming to the former Don Hill’s later this week, we got a chance to talk to Alma Ayala, the creative director of the club that’s set to take over the space. The 40-year-old Carroll Gardens resident tells us The Hills will open sometime next year. Ayala, previously an art director in the music and fashion industries, is still being tight-lipped about the identity of her partners, but she did reveal a thing or two about the future incarnation of the Soho venue where bands like the Strokes played early gigs and where she once caught a secret Green Day show. Read on to hear what she has in store.
There are more signs of life at the onetime home of Don Hill’s. No, it isn’t being zombified CBGBs-style. Rather, the club’s soon-to-open replacement, The Hills, will host a tribute to Don himself, featuring Michael C. Hall and other cast members of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which got its start at the rowdy rock-and-rave dive of yore.
Despite going to the trouble of making a super Brooklyn-y promo video, the market that had hoped to bring Brooklyn makers to Soho during the holiday season has decided to delay its launch. BrooklynXchange posted the following message, informing followers that it was “unable to curate a full compliment of traders that reflect the values of what the BrooklynXchange is to be.”
Brooklyn has become so cool that it’s being imported into Manhattan for tourists who are too lazy to go into Brooklyn. Four years ago, I wrote about the opening of a Brooklyn-themed restaurant in the West Village: “Manhattan’s Brooklyneer Has a Chef From Brooklyn’s Manhattan Inn,” went the improbable headline.