"It’s no secret that New York is having a bit of an identity crisis these days. Wall Street lost its swagger during the crash and hasn’t gotten it back despite the market’s broader recovery. Big banks are adding employees in Bangalore and Salt Lake City while cutting them in Manhattan. New York City’s budget wonks expect the city to add only 67,000 jobs this year, a sluggish number that faster-growing cities like Denver and Austin will look upon with pity. The city’s culture seems to be changing, too: Greenpoint and 'normcore' are in, stilettos and pinstripes are [...]
Walk down Broadway, past Canal, past banks and furniture stores, Mr. Fashion and sneaker shops and condos, old then new, brick then steel, until the buildings grow taller and begin to take up entire blocks. Turn right at the unopened Pret, across from the McDonald’s, down Thomas Street, a one-way single-lane. Look up. You can’t miss it: A monolith, brutalist, granite armored, its skeleton colossal slats of moulded concrete. It is said to feature the largest blank facade in the world. The building’s six turrets contain air ducts, a whole mess of ventilation for whatever is inside. Whatever is inside—that’s the question.
There are no windows, there are barely [...]
A terrific update to this interview: After publication, director Slava Tsukerman clarified that, in Liquid Sky 2, the brilliant Anne Carlisle will return in the role of Margaret.
Liquid Sky is one of the most visually ambitious films ever made about fashion, heroin, New Wave clubs, UFO saucers, ordering Chinese food and having them put it on your tab, the Empire State Building, androgyny, neon and tin foil. The 1982 cult classic may be the perfect embodiment of camp. Unlike contemporary low-budget cinema, which prizes an aesthetic of apathy, Liquid Sky makes its efforts visible. Judgmental fashion reporters cackle straight into the camera. Catwalk scenes take place [...]
Jim is the name he uses as a bookie, not the name he uses at his other job, which is something he’d like to not talk about, because he’d like to keep that job. Jim is broad-chested and bearded and built like the kind of kid who’d have been a good linebacker in high school. Jim didn’t play football, though. Hockey was his sport. Still is. But hockey is terrible for betting. Football is basically perfect, Jim says. The week of the Super Bowl was going to be busy for him, but we aren't there yet. The Pro Bowl is playing on a television way back in the bar and [...]
Who can sit through eight-hour movies today? My patience won’t last that long. Neither will my bladder. Just when the killer is about to get apprehended, I’m in the can… I couldn’t stay longer than “Wolf of.” I never saw the part that went “Wall Street.”
— Today brings an already-classic Cindy Adams column, in which the 83-year-old (who's written a column for the New York Post since the year Phnom Penh fell and Patty Hearst was released from prison and Sid Vicious overdosed) beefs about the length of movies.
"The generation of 'pioneers' who moved into the declining area a little more than a decade ago complain now that the Slope is changing. Their friends who rent are being forced out by rising prices and co-op conversions. Laundromats and grocery stores have been displaced by boutiques. Parking spaces are suddenly hard to find and families with children are moving in less frequently. The buzz word for the latest arrivals is 'lawyers from Manhattan.' 'We face a cold, hard, inhuman world created by Citibank and its ilk,' announced the neighborhood bakery…" [[...]
99 times out of 100 starting a story with "This year there is a Brooklyn-based alternative to" is an automatic adjuration to close tab, but just this once I'll let it slide.
"[A]s temperatures jump into the 40s, and the mounds of snow begin melting away into nothing, artifacts of everyday city life have revealed themselves. Getty photographer Spencer Platt captured images of the mementos that had been frozen in time along city sidewalks: a cucumber on a cocktail pick, a half-eaten slice of pizza, a bottle of wine and a deflated balloon."
Jaime Wolf recently spent some time with Agnès Troublé for T Magazine. (Perhaps you know her best as Agnès B.) They went to Brooklyn to photograph graffiti! The legendary designer's first film, Je m'appelle Hmmm…, is currently playing in festivals and opens in France this spring.
"At 10 a.m., Mayor de Blasio donates blood. He’s hoping you do, too, as supplies are running low. Here’s how.
After his post-bloodletting cookie, the mayor makes an announcement at noon, then receives former members of Pussy Riot at City Hall in the evening."
—Being mayor is clearly weird enough. But then you also have to admit that you meet the criteria to donate blood? Very personal! Anyway, you should give blood too, if you can. I'll just be over here, enjoying all my blood. (video via)
In 2014 People Cross The Street In The Cold To Snap A Photo Of Broken Glass Just So They Can Put It On The Internet
"The building, located across the road from Central Park, is often the subject of portraits. Photos illustrating the effect of the cracked glass started popping up on Twitter and Instagram soon after the accident, and despite the freezing temperatures on Wednesday morning, people crossing the plaza where the store is located stopped every few minutes to get a quick shot."
If you were awake at 5 a.m. because, say, you were caught in the great airline horrors of the snow times followed by the JFK Delta plane skidding off the runway times, which closed down that airport and sent a ripple effect of delays and cancellations across the country, you would have seen the bizarre sight of New York City gripped in a low-lying fog. It was rather twinkly and luxurious actually! Or if you are awake now, this morning, perhaps you have seen the nutzo downpour, with the tornado-green sky over Manhattan and the deep grey over Brooklyn, trash and bottles flying and umbrellas breaking everywhere. But it gets [...]
“Once you go Asian, you can’t go Caucasian. Once you go yellow—hello!” JT Tran told his audience of hopeful men.
This was in a Manhattan conference room on Valentine's Day, and JT was running a weekend-long bootcamp with a simple mission: to help Asian men get some skin in the dating game, and maybe even get laid.
The class's methods and language were taken straight from the pickup artists' world. And yet, the course also resembled a rollicking post-grad symposium on race. Yellow fever. That infamous OKCupid survey that showed Asian women overwhelmingly preferred white men. The culture clash between an Asian upbringing and a Western world that [...]
In the flatlands between Mill Basin and Marine Park, just before the avenue arrives at the golf course and Jamaica Bay, you’ll find VERG South, an emergency hospital for pets. Inside is a dog, which isn’t very surprising, this being a place for treating dogs and cats. Only this dog is famous.
The dog came to VERG—that's Veterinary Emergency and Referral Group—in a roundabout way. First the dog arrived at a vaccine clinic, probably hosted at a PetCo; the story is fuzzy at the beginning. One thing is certain, and terrible: the dog had owners. They brought him to get shots, which they thought might cure him. He was [...]
Brooklyn criminal courtroom number 105, at 10:43 p.m., Judge Jackie Williams presiding. The room is high-ceilinged, the light fluorescent, the pews so worn most of the graffiti etched into the wood is illegible. Judge Williams is seated far back in the room, high up and centered and staring into a flat Dell computer monitor. Behind her, sagging, the United States and New York flags and above those, on the wall in gold Helvetica, “In God We Trust.” Below and in front of the judge, behind another monitor, sits the court reporter. In front of the reporter, two attorneys and the defendant stand facing the judge at two faded lecterns, also [...]
A very lucky Setsubun to you and yours, and the Times points us on this snowy morning to the city's hilarious snow-shoveling laws, which include an exemption from shoveling snow if it is all frozen terribly hard, in which case you may cause your sidewalk to be "strewed with ashes, sand, sawdust." But more importantly: Q: Do I have to clear the whole sidewalk? My sidewalk is very wide!
A: No. You have to clear a path just “wide enough for pedestrians and to allow for wheelchair and stroller access,” the city’s Law Department said.
Q: Can I shovel snow into the street?
A: Please don’t. [...]
Well isn't that a fine how-do-you-do. Mayor Bill (hmm) apologized to Upper East Side residents and with a wave of his wand, caused snow to disappear. But then! The Post, unsatisfied with their shaming of yesterday, gets stupid people all over the city to complain. ("The streets should be clean already," beefs an annoying man who is crossing the street at 42nd and Broadway.) Jesus Christ people, IT WAS A ONE DAY SNOWSTORM, YOU'LL LIVE, SACK UP A LITTLE. When did everyone get so whiny about some snow? It falls from the sky! ALSO? Such misdirected anger! When did we stop being enraged at the MTA? Fight [...]