Nick Damici was hungover when we met for a drink at Tom & Jerry’s bar last Saturday afternoon. The actor and screenwriter, who has a reputation for being something of a curmudgeon, had overdone it the night before, celebrating the release of his latest horror film, We Are What We Are, at the Sunshine Cinema on the Lower East Side. Read More
Bette Midler’s New York Restoration Project won’t be able to clean up the Gowanus Canal, so the singing legend settled for the next best thing: bringing a community garden to the surrounding neighborhood.
The new garden, located on Carroll Street between Third and Fourth Avenues, is named in honor of Gil Hodges, who played for the Brooklyn Dodgers and later managed the New York Mets to a World Series title. That, of course, meant flowery puns about baseball were the order of the day at a dedication ceremony last week. Read More
The gym in the back of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, on Mulberry Street, may be the last bit of the past among the ever-glitzier strip of blocks known as Nolita. Before it gets its inevitable makeover, however, the classic wood-lined basketball court had the distinction of hosting a clothing line launch on Monday—a collaboration between The Gap and the brands anointed by GQ as this year’s Best New Menswear Designers in America.
“They’re actually changing things at the end of this week, but we begged them to hold off,” GQ Creative Director Jim Moore said, as he looked around the giant anachronism of a space. “We wanted to have this ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ vibe.” Read More
It was ostensibly a roast for Bill Parcells, the two-time Super Bowl-winning Giants coach. But beforehand, in the “VIP room” of a New Jersey hotel in the shadow of MetLife Stadium, Lawrence Taylor couldn’t wait for the appointed hour and its appointed man.
Athletes relate to each other by giving each other a hard time. Read More
Rodrigo Medellin’s first word was flamingo, but his first love was bats. And on a recent late-summer evening, the 55-year-old led a bat-finding expedition through Central Park as part of a marathon effort to tally as many species as possible in 24 hours.
“You have to think as if you were a bat,” Mr. Medellin said of the event, known as the BioBlitz. “You put your brain into bat mode and just picture where a bat would fly.”
And so Mr. Medellin, a bat scientist at the University of Mexico, along with a contingent of other scientists and bat aficionados, set off deep into the northern section of the park at twilight to position nearly invisible mist nets along the Loch, a ribbon of water that flows from a waterfall near the Glen Span Arch. Read More
While many of America’s most famous flags—the original star-spangled banner and Old Glory, to name two—can be found in museums across the country, kept safely behind glass-enclosed cases, the most storied flag of Sept. 11, 2001, is nowhere to be found.
That flag, which was captured in a photo by Thomas E. Franklin of The Bergen Record on the afternoon of the attacks—an image that bears a striking resemblance to Joe Rosenthal’s indelible black-and-white Iwo Jima picture, thanks to three firefighters dutifully hoisting the stars and stripes at Ground Zero—is the subject of Michael Tucker and Petra Epperlein’s succinctly titled new documentary, The Flag, which premieres this week on CNN. Read More
This past Sunday, a particularly sunny Labor Day’s eve, Billy Weintraub stood on his patch of Brighton Beach and took stock of what he had: 18 surfboards, 30 beach umbrellas, 15 backboards, 30 first-aid kits, 150 pocket masks for CPR and 150 orange, plastic buoys. “We’re doing end-of-the-year inventory,” he said. “Just checking to see Read More
You couldn’t fault a passerby for running for cover last Tuesday night in Carroll Gardens. The rounds sounded like large-bore ammunition, as if the Battle of Brooklyn was restaged on Union Street.
But it was no gun—or at least not a deadly one—that caused such a racket. It was a puffing gun, an archaic 3,200-pound, Read More
Last Thursday, the Museum of Arts and Design screened An Evening With Penny Arcade and Quentin Crisp, a film by Steve Zehentner that was retrieved from the archives of the Lower East Side Biography Project, an oral-history series chronicling the vibrant—and rapidly fading—arts and nightlife culture that defined downtown New York in the ’70s through the early ’90s. While Crisp, the late gay icon, came alive in celluloid, delivering such signature witticisms as, “I like Mother Theresa; she’s the only famous person that nobody envies,” Penny Arcade was there in the flesh. Following the film, the legendary performance artist, whose hair was dyed Bazooka Joe pink, traded discrete barbs with rival (and fellow friend to Crisp) Phillip Ward during an audience Q&A and then sat down with the Transom for a private conversation. Read More
Having reached No. 4 in the world and coached superstars like Andy Murray, Andy Roddick and Andre Agassi, Brad Gilbert clearly knows a thing or two about tennis. So when he declares that Madison Keys “unquestionably” has the potential to become America’s first major champion in a decade not named “Williams,” one ought to take Read More