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Three summers ago, when I first came to Williamsburg, yuppie go home was spray-painted on what seemed to be a vacant building on Bedford between N. 4th and N. 5th Street.
South Williamsburg will soon become home to a 79.9 megawatt power plant courtesy of NYC Energy (NYCE), with stacks lower then some of the surrounding buildings, set on a barge to be located on the west side of Wallabout Channel.
Art In Conversation
One must admit that no artist feels completely at ease at gallery openings, let alone while actually looking at the work on the wall or even talking about art at all.
Disasters of War: Francisco de Goya, Henry Darger, Jake and Dinos Chapman (through February 25) Almost Warm & Fuzzy: Childhood and Contemporary Art (through April 8)
The legacy of slavery is written onto the streets of Brooklyn. Lefferts, Boerun, Meserole, Skillman, Pierrepointthese and many more street names commemorate influential local families who held slaves.
Headlights bare a suture of earth, a wooden shack. A bat like darkness wrestless for some destination. The boy, picked-up, asks werent there stars made-up a lover there someplace in the night.
The Slamdance Film Festival was born in 1994 when four LA- based filmmakers, angered that their films were rejected by the Sundance Film Festival, decided to stage their own festival, right across the street from Park Citys Egyptian Theater, home to Sundances most prestigious premieres.
This year the Sundance climate changed radically Gone were the new-media wannabes, the dotcom startups and digital manifestos. Buyers seemed subdued and tentative, hyper-conscious of the difficulty of a small movie breaking out in an overcrowded marketplace and of the unlikeliness of another Blair Witch scenario.
From the terrace of songwriter Tris McCalls Union City apartment, perched high atop the New Jersey palisades, you can see the majestic Manhattan skyline, from Midtown all the way down to Wall Street.
The atmosphere was electric last Thursday night at the swinging '60s Senior Center in Greenpoint. Old ladies never die, they just play bingo, read a sign at one end of the meeting room, while a large American flag hung from the other.