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Summer time blues got you down? No air conditioner? Out of Alpo? No worries, just go sit in that empty spot where the a/c should be and watch the cats and hipsters go by N 7th.
Watch your ass, I just saw Handbanana making a break for it out of a house on Troutman. He was heading north on Knickerbocker chasing a fat, balding, middle aged man.
Every year the people of Jefferson St between Knickerbocker and Irving get together to have a block party. It is a time for music, BBQing and kids running around like mad. Here is an in the round view.
Remember to scroll. Its a long photo.
Recently the layout of this humble gallery has slightly changed and kitchen equipment has appeared in the back. Could it be a future juice bar? Seems so.
If you weren't at Factory Fresh this Friday, well, sorry. It was night of music, drinking, and dancing. In the line up: Larry Bang Bang, Kim Boekbinder, and Neoangin.
Well it is time for you to get to know Vahge. She lives right in our little neighborhood of Bushwick. You may pass by her on the street every once in a while and not even know it. Vahge was kind enough to fill out an interview/questionnaire for us and share some of her work. Enjoy.
TBD - Where are you from / what kind of place is it?
Vahge - I have a tendency to move every few years, so I've been here and there, east and west and back. I spent my childhood in Clarksville, Maryland, a delicious suburb. It's the kind of place where people judge you based on the car you drive and the grades you get and watch you from their windows. It's very paranoid.
TBD - How did you end up in Bushwick?
Vahge - I was in Santa Fe (New Mexico) and realized that I was not 65 years old, and did not paint desert scenes, and was therefore in the wrong place. New York seemed like a good choice and the best thing I could barely afford was Bushwick.
TBD - What do you do?
Vahge - I make weird collages. I cut out lots of small pieces of magazine and glue them into creepy scenes. They seem to be getting larger.
TBD - Why?
Vahge - I'm obsessive, so the tediousness of the collage process is really satisfying. It's also something I've been trying to be good at since I was little.
TBD - What is it that drives you?
Vahge - New ideas, restlessness, and childhood trauma. A lot of people say that the process of creation keeps them sane, but that's actually not true for me... I kind of go psycho if I'm working on something for too long, the process is just meticulous. The need to accomplish something is a big influence.
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Please remember to conserve your yellow paint. You'll never know when you'll need to paint a schoo bu.
And a 30 day metro card is worth $89. Sooner more than later they'll be nearing or exceeding $100. Whoever did this is obviously speaking out against the shitty service, shitty prices and shitty smelling trains (mainly on the a, c, and e trains). That, or they just thought the next guy to walk by this masterpiece (on Waverly Pl. in The Village) would laugh his ass off. (I did.)
But cussing mother fuckers out is always worth every penny.
Finally this summer has emerged from its lull and the heat is on. So what is one to do in an area in which the beaches suck and all the pools are crowded with the masses? Well, break open a fire hydrant and you have your own water park. And if a building catches fire and the FDNY can't get water pressure to their hoses, fuck 'em. I guess its going to burn.
If you aren't already aware, these people driving around Bushwick are crazy and just so you know, there is a reason that side mirrors fold in on many models of cars and if you don't use this nifty feature you can't really complain when some reckless asshole rips the mirror off of your BMW.
Curated by Jim Avignon, Factory Fresh hosted an opening Fri showcasing artist representing our near and dear Brooklyn and imports from across Europe. It was a night not only of sight but of sound, as a number of bands blew up FF's back court yard all night. The last performance of the evening was an indoor intimate affair by Jim Avignon and Jon Burgerman's freshly formed music due; Anxieteam. It was good times.
A fine example of graffiti editing on Thames. Technically, six of these people, you can in fact fuck with. The question is, in the end, who is going to end up on top?
They don't make them like they used to.
You tired of your trash running away? Stuff it all in a big steel cage; you know, the guantanamo bay treatment.
Located on Jefferson St between Wyckoff and Irving, this once majestic beast lies in ruin, its dismembered body hid amongst the greenery of the Trees Not Trash mini garden. This poor creature obviously met a gruesome fate. And to ad insult to injury, its head is placed on the edge of the street in open view, like a trophy to this abhorrent act. We never knew you, strange kinda purple elephant, but you will be missed.
I suggest maybe a drawer or on a hook near the door, preferably on the inside of your apartment. Places I do not suggest; inside a lion or on a wrought iron fence post on Grattan street right near where you park.
Watch your step. Someone has taken the nuisance of people not curbing their dogs and highlighted it with a can of gold. One should note that once these guilded turds leave their landing sites, perfect golden outlines will remain; a reminder of their former presence.
As seen in this post here, someone is really stressing the point to read. In my heart of hearts I want this person to be a librarian whose job is on the ropes. That, or a just some dork with a lot of spray paint. Either way I am on his or her side for whatever he or she is trying to say. Having trouble starting? Try this.
If you ever chill near the Morgan stop you may be quite familiar with this guy. Typically shirtless, always quite over weight, this man likes to share his little hobby with the neighborhood. This remote control car of his is no ordinary toy mind you. Gas powered, fast as all hell, and buzzing like a massive insect on PCP, this thing tears down Bogart. Some consider him a menace, as the noise this thing makes is in fact loud. I hear that he has had the cops called on him before. Others like to watch and hope that eventually he will slip at the controls and run his little car under a vehicle. And then there are those who just ignore him and walk on their way in typical NYC fashion.
This may very well be correct.
a bunch of beer, a roof party, artists, a black marker and the drywall next to my bathroom? A divine dog by Dane. I like him, I named him ??????? ?????. Like him? Here's more of Dane's stuff
This is the sign above the car wash on the corner of Flushing Ave and Knickerbocker Ave. There's so much wrong with this sign I'm not sure where to begin. Well, first, how many fucking apostrophes do you need? Jesus, I just realized someone probably paid for this too. You would assume that somewhere along the lines of ordering this beaut it would have crossed someone who spoke English better than a four year old Chinese immigrant with little to no knowledge of the language. Does the machine that makes these signs not have spell check? Does the person operating it hate his job, or just this specific car wash? Oh and see that "wow" in the background? I'm pretty sure that's the building actually saying "wow, what a shitty sign" to itself because they printed it like this on both sides.
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So we gathered once again. This time with the goal of watching Visioneers. It was a relatively low key night but have no doubts, fun was had. Where were you?
This a simple but important message: Read people. And really read. Surely this artist isn't suggesting you read Vice Magazine or TMZ.com. Read something informative, enlightening, or inspiring; something different that will make you a better person. Having a unique body of knowledge benefits everyone around you.
