Cloudless Chimes

In the tunnel, walking from the #5 IRT to Times Square Shuttle, we heard this ethereal trio of voice. Unfortunately, the vid doesn’t capture the beauty of their music echoing in the tunnel. Should have been filmed from further away.

Posted in Arts & Events, The City on June 9th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Shut Up!

Until now, we’ve given a pass to Dick Cavett, the former talk-show host, whose latter years have amounted to a creepy nostalgia tour–a regular New York Times column that endlessly reminds us of the icons and walking cliches he’s interviewed, always with some anecdote about how so-and-so returned the admiration (see his ode to John Wayne) . Although Cavett can never be accused of originality, he can be nailed for smarmy self-aggrandizement and re-using the same tired lines (he once [...]

Posted in The City on May 29th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

The Frying Pan

Variously described as “a frat party on steroids on a boat,” or swarming with “People I Hated in College,” or polluted with “wall-to-wall ex-frat boys,” The Frying Pan is actually a historic lightship, originally built in 1929, formerly at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay, now docked at Pier 66 near Chelsea piers. It has filthy toilets and crappy service (or is it the other way around?), and looks as if it were raised from the ocean floor yesterday…but we [...]

Posted in Food & Fashion, The City on May 19th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

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Secret Square

We love secret restaurants like Crif Dogs and the (reportedly) ultra-violent Backroom, but they are in Squaresville,  Manhattan. Which is why we love Benchmark, a Park Slope boîte, tricky to find, unless you keep an eye out for the Second Street menu on a lectern. Once though the courtyard behind Loki Lounge, you come upon a gentleman’s club ambiance specializing in American Kobe-style steak (served with goat cheese whipped potatoes) to be eaten while gazing at exposed brick dotted with [...]

Posted in The City on May 19th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Shut up

What we like best about Ricardo Hernandez are his fabric collages and sketches; they give us night terrors.
What we like least about Ricardo Hernandez  is what he says about his art:
“In my work,” he said, during our recent visit to his 106th studio, “I try to convey the weaknesses and strengths of man (both physically and emotionally) by using a cocktail of seemingly delicate materials, like fabrics, strings, wood, wire, glue and others, to make robust sculptures that echo the [...]

Posted in Arts & Events, The City on May 19th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Recharger In Love

Recharger has been in love twice:
The first time was with the 1983-1984 New York Islanders, the “Drive-for-five” team that tragically fell short to the Edmonton Oilers.
The second was with Bobby Valentine’s 1999 New York Mets, a team that shook up the Atlanta Braves in two of the most thrilling playoff games in franchise history—including Robin Ventura’s “grand single,”—but ultimately lost that series when journeyman carbuncle Kenny Rogers walked Andruw Jones to force the winning run.
It is 2010, eleven years later, [...]

Posted in The City, sports on April 29th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Marry Me a Little.

Used to be, wedding couples, if they were super daring,  would smash wedding cake into each other’s faces. We never figured out where this custom originated, but we found it, um, odd.
This is part speculation, but it seems that nowadays, couples have to show they don’t care for the whole ceremony/commitment/wedding thing, man.
Take these two we snapped recently under the Highline. We love the ethnic thing, the funky background, the we-don’t-give-two-shits smirk, but then again, we also detect a certain [...]

Posted in The City on April 25th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Boom Boom!

Madonna, L’Wren Scott and Kirsten Dunst were not there.
Recharger was. Looking wistfully out the windows of the Standard Hotel’s penthouse bar that was, and maybe still is,  called The Boom Boom Room.
Its floor-to-ceiling views of The Hudson River, high-priced cocktails, freaky-thin waitresses and surrealistic vortexian humongoid black-holian formation that dominates the bar, we closed our eyes and pretended, if only for a second, that our pockets overflowed with insider-trading cash.

Posted in The City on April 23rd, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Orange and Weird

Má Pêche, David Chang’s orang-y breakfast and lunch boite located in the Chambers Hotel is a bi-level space with street-level bar and take-out bakery, and  lower level dining room.  It is very orange. This is Mr. Chang’s first venture above 14th street—he owns four other restaurants, all Momofuku clones—but this space is the sparest. A large X-shaped table fills the room surrounded by walls that are mostly bare—with one notable exception: “Bad Route,” a painting by Miguel Calderon, made famous [...]

Posted in Arts & Events, Food & Fashion, The City on April 19th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

Sandwiches from Outer Space

Chalk up another point for hipster gastronomy.  Off-the-beaten-path Saltie, specializing in sandwiches, coffee, baked goods, and—drumroll—ice cream, is a hit!  You’re thinking, Another bodega? Saltie is a far cry from the typical corner joint. The tiny establishment, located on Williamsburg’s 378 Metropolitan Ave, is the mind-baby of Caroline Fidanza, formerly of Diner, the hipster Mecca.
Our hunger-induced visit left us biased, and satisfied, critics. The cornbread and chocolate-filled pastry with mocha cappuccino was multi-orgasmic. Not so the Mystery Sandwich. The “mystery” [...]

Posted in The City on April 6th, 2010 | No Comments » [ Share / Bookmark + ] 

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