The Idea behind my recent show, Exhibit B, was simple: I really wanted to pay homage to Guy Bourdin while putting my own spin on what he’s done and how he’s influenced and inspired me. I think we share a similar sense of humor.
This captivating tattoo was on the back of the girl in front of me while was standing in the short queue at the Williamsburg coffee shop Oslo on Saturday. It’s a nice motto to carry through these balmy months in New York.
We’ve already posted about the ambrosial and visually impressive Bean to Bar Chocolate from Williamsburg’s finest: Mast Brothers. However, it seems that we’ve overlooked one of the forefathers to this Movement – and it’s none other than the Mad-Austrian-Chocolatier himself: Josef Zotter.
Many summers past, when my hair was longer and my waistline slimmer, I became the unofficial trainer for an aspiring whistler, who just happened to be one of my housemates in the spacious Williamsburg loft I was living in. He since went on to place twelfth in the annual World Whistling Convention last year, and […]
Most people would frown when the word Evisu comes out of someone’s mouth. Having built a brand in Japan on the back of quality production, Evisu in recent years has been pretty far off the mark. With over embellishments and the the excessive printing of their distinctive logo — the Kamone (seagull) — pretty much everywhere and anywhere on the jeans. Things are about to change down in Evisu world with the recent appointment of proven world class denim designer Scott Morrison and his loyal fellow denim head crew.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn, has plenty of music, art, gentrification, and hipsters, but it was missing one thing: a sex shop! I can’t wait to swing by the opening of Shag on November 20, for live music, art, and, yes, body painting! You just can’t beat sex in the city.
The other night The Dodos performed the first of two shows in New York. Though it wasn’t sold out, the music hall of Williamsburg was packed to the rafters with hipsters, thirty-somethings, and teenagers who crawled over the bridge from NYU and the Metro North. The crowd was pretty rowdy for New York City and the boys certainly made it worth the 17 bucks to get in. It was my first time seeing The Dodos live, and I was expecting a fairly calm show considering their last album Visitor is on the more mellow side. I couldn’t have been more surprised as the first few songs flew through the walls at the music hall thumping and shaking the place to the core.
I ventured to New York City from my home base in Sydney for the very first time in August 2009. Armed with an electric guitar and a couple of unique jumpsuits designed by my creative studio, View of Courage Studios, I was ready for what the city had to offer. I played a couple of audio visual shows in Brooklyn, under my performer guise, Flutter Lyon, in Bushwick and Williamsburg, that were very well received. Then I felt the need to get these jumpsuits that I had designed, hand-printed and made in Sydney onto some of the new friends I had made during my time there. So I took the Brothers Barragan, Arto and Daniel, on a little adventure through the streets of Williamsburg one afternoon.
I’m sick of people deriding hipsters. It seems to me, the people most vehemently anti-hipster doth protest too much. What exactly makes us so uneasy about everything the term ‘hipster’ embodies? Many people will spout off some drivel about class, gentrification, and such. But at best, most of these explanations seem like after-the-fact, cobbled-together excuses to maintain an irrational prejudice.
Our friends at the Brooklyn Filmmakers Collective are having a party at the Music Hall of Williamsburg on July 17 which will feature a screening of twenty films about the end of the world shot and edited by Collective members, followed by a live performance from the awesome Brooklyn-based band, the Midnight Masses.
When I first moved to New York in 2006, I lived in a shared loft space in Williamsburg with four others. It was quite an introduction to inner-city living, especially given that I’d literally shifted across from the beaches and sunshine of Bondi, Sydney. As such, it was a dizzying period, full of discovery. Rufus […]
Many moons ago, when my hair was longer and my waistline smaller, I became the proxy trainer for an aspiring whistler, who just happened to be one of my housemates in the spacious Williamsburg loft I was enconsed in. Every night we’d bash out the tunes together: me on a beat up guitar, him just pursing those lips and letting the gentle flow of air do its work. It was a novel experience, made the more interesting when we performed a short set at Pete’s Candy Store on Lorimer Street.
I once went to a Williamsburg party at which world renowed Card Stacker, Bryan Berg, was also in attendance. I’d been told beforehand about his ability to construct large scale models of cityscapes out of cards: using no glue, no outside support, and no trickery.
Boy, oh boy. You need to have some serious cred to pull off one of these. You probably live in Williamsburg, and you’re probably a DJ. You’re making a thousand people jealous each day: the ladies swarm around you, all the kool kats want to be you. The elderly might think you’re off the rails, […]
For anyone living in the Williamsburg, Brooklyn area, you may already be familiar with Maho Kino’s passel of peanuts engaged in everything from ballet to riding dogs to playing the congas. Kino’s peanuts appear on a range of items including her beautiful etchings and her kitschy tea sets. What’s not to like about these peanuts?