DFA Records’ co-founder and retired LCD Soundsystem bandleader James Murphy has always exhibited a certain stripe of self-awareness that other musicians could probably take lessons from. In one of two films to feature Mr. Murphy at this year’s Sundance Film Festival—the other one being the documentary about his band’s final concert—he has a cameo role as a guy stuck between two obnoxious, aging hipsters in a taxi.
As Election Day 2008 approached, if you were an urban organic kale farmer, or a crochet enthusiast or a vaudevillian with a new song to sing, and you wanted to support Barack Obama for president, you were in luck.
The streets of New York were crowded with “Walks for Change,” “Bike4Barack” groups, “Karaoke We Can Believe In” sing-alongs, “Get Out the Laughs and Votes” comedy shows and “Art for Change” auctions. The days leading up to the election saw Pasties for Peace, a Cowboys for Barack Wild West Burlesque Show Fund-raiser, a Yo La Tengo fund-raiser at McCarren Pool, and a $1,000 fund-raiser in Dumbo featuring They Might Be Giants, which sold out.
Richie Fife, who helped lead the Obama effort in the run-up to the primary, estimated that 10,000 New Yorkers had contacted his office to get involved and that three times that many were out on the streets on their own initiative.
That’s BroBo as in Bronx Bohemian, not Brooklyn Bohemian.
Williamsburg You Ever Hear of It?
The Times has been surfing the wave of Rockaways revelry all summer, praising the food, the parties, the sun dresses, the food, and, sure, the surfing. But sometimes life’s not all a beach. The Daily News has turned up at least one stretch of the Rockaways that is far from gentrified.
Things may be jumping over on Beach 96th Street, but Beach 116th Street goes wanting. The clams are still fried and the sun is shining, but an S.R.O. and other rundown properties—and the flotsam and jetsam that wash up with them—is ruining the fun.
As new revelations about the impending criminal trial of Dominique-Strauss Kahn continue to emerge, the New York Times went for a triple-play of coverage on the story this (decidedly American) holiday weekend. Buried in the story concerning New Yorkers’ attitudes about the case, however, was this gem of a parenthetical:
One of the unexpected consequences of all the condo construction that swept North Brooklyn after the 2005 rezoning has been an influx of hipsters, yuppies and BroBos so grand, the post office now needs a new zip code besides 11211 to handle all the mail.
There was some mystery as to who would be losing out on the palindromic postal code, but now the USPS has sent out a map identifying the losers—and it looks to be the same people the locals have been calling losers for a while now.
Fashion Week 2011
Don’t be fooled by the potbellies and mustaches, Williamsburg residents haven’t gone soft yet.
Indeed, nothing caps off a Saturday afternoon at the Brooklyn Flea like a round of Brazilian ground wrestling. Or so we gather given that Williamsburg Brazilian Jiu Jitsu has just signed a 2,800-square-foot lease at 42 Dobbin Street, between Nassau and Norman avenues. The studio is run Read More
Restaurant Reviews Reviews
The Rag and Bone show was so oversubscribed that the organizers needed a separate room for the overflow. The people seated in the wallflower room had the forlorn air of a bunch of teenagers who hadn’t been asked to the prom so, instead of taking our seat in there, we opted to stand and watch the action Read More
As dining critic for The New York Times, Sam Sifton is expected to risk life and limb in search of that certain bold taste; that convergence of senses that adds new contour to a meal; that creative verve for the art of food that outpaces the old guard in brash, exciting ways. And in Read More
Since when do Brooklyn 20-somethings own cars, let alone a brand-new SUV to schlep all over the borough in, checking out their favorite hot spots along the way?
Since the borough became a favorite of marketers, of course. If Williamsburg can sell cigarettes, why not the Ford Edge? After all, the kids Read More