Want to be living the dream in New York (or one of the outer borough) but don’t exactly have the cash flow? Mom and dad cut you off after three years of post-grad life in Bushwick? Maybe you’re just not making enough as a freelance Jazzercise instructor to keep your place in Bed-Stuy, and unfortunately, Kickstarter doesn’t consider stuff like “paying rent” as a creative endeavor.
We were thrilled–thrilled!–to find out that Starbucks would apparently start offering Butterbeer, the savory drink served up in Harry Potter. (Anything to bring us a little closer to the world of J.K. Rowlings, without whom the universe is a cold and unfeeling place.)
But like everything else in Muggle reality, this rumor quickly transmogrified into crushing disappointment. Read More
Area, the famed 1980s nightclub that featured Andy Warhol sculptures, Keith Haring murals and a deejay named Jean-Michel Basquiat, was a restless nightclub. For one, it only lasted a few years, from 1983 to 1987. Every six weeks, the owners would enlist their artist friends to completely overhaul the Tribeca space and create a new place from scratch. There were taxidermied rhinos during the “Containment” period and an indoor lap pool during the “Sports” period. And then of course, there was a bar in the bathroom. It was the club’s epicenter of cool, Area in microcosm, with photographers popping flashbulbs and Chuck Close artwork hanging haphazardly. Outside, hordes of gussied-up kids were praying they could join Madonna in the latrines. Read More
“The nation—the world—has agreed that they’d rather give up their privacy than be censored,” film director Hal Hartley told the Transom as we waited for seats at the low-key Greenwich Village brasserie Bar Six. He added, “The president, a couple of years ago, talked about how children have such a totally different kind of awareness of their sexuality and access to a level of perversion that was unknown to grown-ups 30 years ago.”
How did we get on this topic? Oh, yeah, the Internet. Read More
Sunday night, when the rest of the city was tweeting about Homeland and Lady Gaga’s Navy Yard performance for Artpop, a piece of actual news managed to break through the static.
Once upon a time, I took a meeting with a book agent who handled some of my favorite comedians. I pitched him a couple of ideas, to the vein of “Like David Sedaris, but not as funny, and for Lena Dunham money.”
He gently pulled my head out of my ass and told me that no one made Lena Dunham money (except Garth Risk Hallberg, I guess), and if I really wanted to cash in, I would need to write for the YA genre. “Like Twilight,” he said, “but you know, not actually Twilight.” (Though based on the success of 50 Shades of Grey, I could have written actually Twilight.) Read More
Craig Cobb is an old racist famous for his hateful rhetoric which celebrates violence and murder of minorities, as well as for his distinctive “Homeless Roger McGuinn” aesthetic.
So imagine the egg on this guy’s face when he was informed, during a live taping of Trisha Goddard’s show, that he was 14 percent subsaharan African. Super awkward. (Though not as awkward as they could of been? In fact, he seems kind of goofy-happy about the whole thing, but maybe it’s his hippie hair is confusing us.) Read More
Is a Lara Logan apology worth nothing anymore? 60 Minutes is still licking its wounds from its story two weeks ago on Dylan Davies (aka “Morgan Jones”) who misled the news outlet and turning their year-long research for a whole segment on the Benghazi attacks the stuff of dreams (aka lies).
Does Lady Gaga hate me? I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but it’s like she combined two of my biggest reoccurring stress-dream symbols–Jeff Koons and raves– to make ArtPOP happen a couple blocks away from my house on a Sunday night? Pretty sketchy.
But then today she announces that on Thursday she’s going to turn the already panic-inducing Times Square, where I work, into an even more horrific hive-swarm for tourists, pimply pubscents and creepily middle-aged “monsters” when she cuts the ribbon on a new H&M? It’s like “All right, I get it.” Read More
Breast Cancer Awareness month might have become ground zero for some heated debates in recent years, but we can’t deny the benefit of all that ubiquitous pink-colored coverage. Just look at Good Morning America’s Amy Robach, who underwent her first mammogram last month, on-air, for a segment promoting awareness. She admitted that she had to be talked into “demystifying” the procedure by her co-host Robin Roberts, who is herself a breast cancer survivor.