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Does Downtown still exist — and does it matter? The quick answer to the first question is no. “Up Is Up” drives home the argument that it wasn’t just rising rents but AIDS that brought this period to a definitive end. The age of outrageous play was replaced by an age of sex ed and condo conversions. The media may proclaim Red Hook or Bushwick the new Bohemia, but these neighborhoods simply don’t have the seedy charge of the East Village in the 1970s and ’80s — and contemporary hipster style, intellectual and sartorial, hardly has the same anti-authoritarian bristle. As little kids in New York in the 1980s, my brother and I were scared (I blush to remember) of punks’ metallic studs and mohawks; it’s hard to imagine first graders being terrified of a hipster in a trucker cap and expensive jeans. Today, the city is so expensive that the real Bohemians are dispersed among disparate, far-flung neighborhoods.
karen black my space / the song tarantula has edgar oliver intro
brooklyn vegan covers KB
more KB on BV
single-contraption video / site wont link : http://www.baynhamtyers.com/contraption_video.htm
personal blimp
via zars
the hound archive
green surfboards
via zars
i noticed this product on the road the other day. i believe they were either flesh or champagne. not sure.
Ms. Horton, the farthest thing from an art-world aesthete, had never heard of Pollock when she purchased a canvas she describes as so ugly that she tried to give it away to a friend (“We were going to throw darts at it,” she recalls), but it wouldn’t fit through the door of her friend’s trailer. At a garage sale a local art teacher spotted the painting and suggested it might be a Pollock. Her curiosity whetted, Ms. Horton began calling Los Angeles art dealers. Her son, Bill Page, joined the search, which became a decade-long quest for validation of her purchase.
As this smart, hard-bitten woman with an eighth-grade education pursues her quest, the documentary portrays the debate between connoisseurship and science as a culture war. Among the connoisseurs who insist that a refined eye is the ultimate judge of authenticity is Thomas Hoving, the former director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, exuding contempt and superciliousness. He is the most outspoken in his rejection. Shown the painting, he dismisses it as “pretty, superficial and frivolous.”
chuck06's container house design
nyt again picking up on rat rod design influence.
via jschw
lumberjack
On a dune not far away, two freshly built, very large houses interrupt this near-primeval landscape in the midst of the Cape Cod National Seashore, a federally protected area established in 1961 to limit exactly that kind of development.
Nearby, a Modernist beach house built around the time of the park’s founding is almost hidden in the dunes. Small and brown, it sits lightly over the land, on stilts. But while new houses, some still covered in Tyvek insulation, sprout on privately owned land in the midst of the national seashore, this one, like dozens of others from the same era, has been taken over by the National Park Service, which administers the seashore, and it is now rapidly decaying.
"ghostly trio - no.1" (study for ghost painting)
The dismantling of CBGB is underway, with every major item getting tagged so that when owner Hilly Kristal rebuilds the place in Las Vegas or wherever, the builders will know which scum-coated piece goes where. There's something about people traveling from all over to line up and pee in "authentic" CBGB urinals that doesn't seem right, isn't there? Shed a tear and head on over to MTV News, which has a great photo essay of the carnage.
upper bucks mid c modern 4.85 acres for 499.0 k
via adman (edited to correct price)
"enough already!" --mars rover
if you were thinking of living in the candlewood lake / squantz pond area of ct.
1.45 acres with waterfrontage from 06812
06811
06810
map satellite wikipedia / bird watching?
...a live set from the Kropotkins was just what the doc ordered to usher in the weekend's close. Split between Memphis and New York, this bunch gets together maybe once every five years to record and play shows, so landing them at the fair was an honor indeed. Led by Dave Soldier (composer/neuroscientist and presenter of some great films about his Thai Elephant Orchestra recording project at the fair on Saturday), the Kropotkins blur the line between downtown NYC avant and the Fred McDowell/Otha Turner shadow that looms large over Memphis/North Mississippi by shaking things down with the dulcet tones of singer Lorette Velvette, a mighty figure among unabashed fanboys and girls here at WFMU for sure. As dealers packed up their crates Sunday evening, a modest crowd gathered and even cut a rug right on the Metropolitan Pavillion floor, though no one to the best of my memory hollered goat. Usual members Moe Tucker and Charlie Burnham didn't make it up, the line-up still rocked, with ex-Swans/Transmission/Rhys Chatham drummer and (current leader of his new band February) Jonathan Kane stirring up the snare, downtown music/film fixture Eszter Balint hopping in last minute on violin, Lorette on electric guitar/vox, her husband Al X. Green on keys, Dog on guitar, Ron Franklin on bass drum, and Dave on violin and banjo. Some MP3s here from the band's two great studio records...
outside pipeline
stonehenge decoded
i keep meaning to post this upside down window installation in the gehry iac building on the west side.