They’re coming, but we can help you survive. via Flickr user xsnowdog
(This post first ran in 2015 but is applicable to any and all future SantaCons -Ed.)
There was a false start (false flag?) with it last year, but this year it’s an inescapable reality: SantaCon is coming to traipse through Williamsburg on Saturday for an afternoon of drunken antics. Since there’s nothing you can do to stop it, you might be wondering how you’re going to survive the most hated tradition in New York City coming to our borough. Never fear! We’ve put together a top notch survival guide that will help you get through the afternoon like it’s just a walk in the park. If you live in or have unbreakable plans in Williamsburg or the LES this Saturday, print this SantaCon survival guide and take it with you, you’re gonna need it. (more…)
Welcome to New York City’s hottest comedy club. via Google Images
New York City’s comedy scene always offers you plenty of options, what with bar owners happy to take the dollars of depressed comedians AND their depressed fans in a night of humor. What the city’s comedy scene hasn’t offered you, until now, has been a chance to see some of the weirdest and funniest comedians in the city all coming together for a show in an abandoned car wash on Saturday. That chance is called Firestone Fest (as in Jo Firestone), and it’s bringing in names like Mara Wilson, Julio Torres, Joe Pera, Lorelei Ramirez, Naomi Ekperigin and the Cocoon Central Dance Team under one soapy roof for a 10-hour day of comedy. In an old Williamsburg car wash. (more…)
I spotted this sign about two weeks ago under the BQE in Williamsburg, right down the street between Rocka Rolla and the Capital One bank. I don’t know how long it’s been there but I do know it’s the first time I can recall seeing the “Keep Williamsburg Weird” slogan on display in the neighborhood. This slogan, it needs to be said, is bad. It’s not interesting or unique or particularly helpful, and its arrival is more a sign of a neighborhood’s cultural weirdness entering hospice care than chemotherapy to save it.
Williamsburg is overall not “weird” these days. It is the land, as we learned yesterday, of blonde 20-somethings making reality shows about their brunch plans that seem even too mundane for the calmer quarters of Manhattan. It’s glass-window-lined megabuildings making way for Whole Foods on Bedford Avenue instead of new dive bars. The slogan makes the neighborhood seem desperate, clutching at a civic rallying cry already used in Austin, Portland and elsewhere, but its arrival is understandable. (more…)
Williamsburg has been analyzed, thought pieced, picked over, developed and basically laid bare for the entire world to see over the last 20 years, so we know what you’re thinking: isn’t there some kind of reality show that can take us inside this mysterious neighborhood? Yes there is, it’s called The Bedford Stop and it’s the most incredible and important piece of New York City media of the 21st Century. Like How The Other Half Lives but for the half that lives in Williamsburg luxury apartments, The Bedford Stop puts the unblinking eye of the camera on wealth and privilege in America and dares you to come away from it unchanged. (more…)
Proving once again that Williamsburg is becoming more like midtown by the day, last weekend’s episode of SNL gave a cameo to long-standing favorite north Brooklyn dive The Levee. It appears briefly in the opening shot of a wholly unfunny sketch starring chivalrous boyfriend Taran Killam confronting cat-caller Tracy Morgan on behalf of Brooklyn’s own Sasheer Zamata.
What price can you put on memories and life lessons, when those lessons are things like “never to try and pinch a fat skinhead’s nipples, and always get under a short ex-con when stopping him from throwing a cue ball at his girlfriend”? The more sentimental among you probably think memories are priceless, but hey, this is Hypercapitalist New York City, so your priceless memories of say, The Trash Bar could be preserved. Provided of course, you have $20,000/month. Damn you Cuba Gooding Jr.!(more…)
Pot and movies go together like cookies and milk. For instance, just look at the works of Messrs. Cheech and Chong, Kevin Smith or Jim Breuer, much of which wouldn’t be possible without the magical powers of pot. Surprisingly though, Brooklyn’s first pot film festival, happening September 26 at the Wythe Hotel, isn’t about the pleasures of staring at your fingers until you see them fing. According to what organizers told the Village Voice, the point of Sunday’s New York City Cannabis Film Festival is to “elevate cannabis culture.” (more…)