What do you think about when you hear the word “Brazil”? Does it conjure up pictures of beautiful beaches, buxom models, and tropical drinks? Or does your mind immediately go to darker places: Terry Gilliam’s nightmarish visions of bureaucracy gone mad, the slums of Rio de Janeiro, the torture of a Brazilian wax, or poor Eduardo Saverin?
Because, let’s face it, Brazil can kind of be a scary place. Especially since the country’s version of Candid Camera apparently involves terrifying the every-loving shit out of hapless victims who use their elevators, as exemplified in this YouTube video that has been making the rounds?
Opening-night jitters threatened temporarily to diminish the vocal capacities of Paulo Szot in his new cabaret act at the Café Carlyle. The first four numbers, all part of a well-deserved celebration of the 100th birthday year of composer Burton Lane, suffered from pitch problems. Then something clicked and the romantic Brazilian baritone, who won a Tony for his starring role in South Pacific at Lincoln Center, grew more at ease. As his voice gained strength, his vocal resources increased and so did his artistry. The rest of the show, which runs through Jan. 28, was pure delight.
Yes, it’s true: New Yorkers are facing stiff competition in the real estate market from highfalutin foreign buyers. And where precisely are these buyers coming from? China, Russia and Brazil, according to a break-down from The Real Deal.
When Jesse Pearson saw the photo of the Brazilian model’s rear, he knew it would have to go on the cover.
“It was like god pointed his finger at me and told me to do it,” said Mr. Pearson, the editor of Vice. The magazine just put out The Brazilian Issue, which features a Read More
“Racism in Soccer” was the teaser line ESPN kept putting on the screen to hold its audience for the halftime show of the Brazil-Ghana match. When we got to halftime, it turned out to be a report about comments made in 2004 by Aragones, the Spanish coach, when he baited his players to beat Read More
It was a simple wine menu, four whites and four reds. But Jonathan Nossiter, a former sommelier sitting in the bar of the Sixty Thompson Street Hotel in Soho, couldn’t make up his mind. He’d been staring quizzically at the red plastic card for some time. “I don’t know what to say about this list,” Read More
“Don’t get me wrong—I love Jesus! I love the beauty of life!”
This pronouncement was delivered in ringing tones by a young woman having dinner at Marco, a new Italian restaurant in Greenwich Village. She was sitting with friends at a booth near the front of the restaurant, but her voice carried all the way Read More
Brazilian Cocktails and Sushi
Served at Vela’s Hydraulic Tables
Everything about Vela is black. The walls are black, the mirrors are black, the metallic banquettes that curve like waves above your head are black, the tables and floor are black. The staff wears black; even the immense long bar is black (except for the Read More
Show Me the Hue …
Vietnamese in the Village
Charles de Gaulle once said of Brazil, ” Ce n’est pas un pays serieux .” When it comes to restaurants, God knows what he would have made of Hue (pronounced “hway”). It’s the only restaurant I’ve ever been to that has a lounge with two Read More
Arrogance isn’t a trait we usually single out for commendation, but in art it has its uses. In the art of Neil Welliver, whose early figurative paintings are the subject of an exhibition at the Alexandre Gallery, arrogance is, if not the work’s defining characteristic, then the engine that powers it. His paintings of beautiful Read More