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Fort Greene, Brooklyn, shot yesterday evening at 6:15. I believe the diagonal street is Fulton Ave.

• The first of the Prospect Park days kicked off this past Sunday, after being bumped from a thunderstorm-filled Saturday. Things were in full swing with Mike & Elizabeth Morarian, Mimi, Rachel, Nate & Heidi, Brian & Rachel, Johnny Juice, and Jenn, then we ran into Addie, Brandon, and Neil in the main lawn. After filling up on tabbouleh, guacamole, cinnamon-crusted cheese, mojitos, wine, pinwheel sandwiches, celery, grapes, and oreos, there was some soccer ball kicking before hopping back on the bikes.

• Last night, Jenn and I made it over to the Escapes photography opening at 20 Jay St. in Dumbo, where Tod Seelie and some other photographers had work on display. We didn’t spend a ton of time there because it was sandwiched in between a rooftop party at the Forte building in Fort Greene, and some necessary exercise time in Prospect Park.

• You know summer is on the cusp in New York when the Chinatown odor hits you in the face going over the Manhattan Bridge at about 9AM. Wait for the return commute when you can practically taste it as well as smell it. Kinda rough.

• Some additional Seattle shots can be found here.

Jenn, DLISH, Mehgan, and I finally checked out the 4th Avenue Pub and Sheep Station this past Saturday evening. Great Australian food at Sheep Station (though I still feel like Bondi Road’s “burger and the lot” is a tough one to beat), however no meat pies or anything on the menu. The 4th Ave Pub has free popcorn and also a private, cozy back patio (albeit, filled with cigarette smoke). Lehman was given a copy of “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” on the street, and it seemed to be a great conversation piece for everyone around us, haha.

• This past Tuesday, The Opera Singer had several roles in a 6-part opera performance at the Merkin Concert Hall on Broadway and 67th Street, in both German and Italian. The crowd “ooh”ed and “ahh”ed when he kissed a Russian singer on stage. Very great performance, despite my Americanism causing me to sadly not understand a single word. It does seem like it may be physically easier for women to hit their high notes in opera than for men to hit their low notes… or maybe I mean that high notes seem to project a lot further, and are more piercing. Jenn, Matt, and I briefly met Archie, and spoke to John again (Justin’s voice teacher, who had us over about a year and a half ago).

• Recently I found some of Keiichi Nitta’s polaroid work online, and found out that he was Terry Richardson’s assistant for about seven years, before now carrying on a similar lo-fi and scandalous approach to photography at his own studio in Japan. He certainly looks crazy, but apparently in just the past 2-3 years he’s shot everyone from Pharrell to Morrissey to Kanye, M.I.A., and tons of actors/actresses. He runs in very interesting social circles.

• Wednesday evening, I met Kathleen, Hill, Amy, and Republican Rob out at Reservoir near the NYU-ish area for a handful of drinks and some catching up on the gossip of the retail fashion world.  Somehow Black Label Jeff always comes up in some context.

• A shot of mine (of BAM’s lobby) was featured on Brownstoner. Mac Premo created the suitcases, I created the lobby animations, and some of my coworkers built the rest of the experience. But speaking of Sundance at BAM, the opening night last Thursday ended up being a lot of fun. The screening of “American Teen” was introduced by Marty Markowitz, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Peter Saarsgard, and some others. Then, afterwards, there was a prom-themed party where Andrew Andrew and a lot of others were seen dancing around. (Also, the Animated Shorts Program on Sunday was excellent, especially “Chonto.”)

• My sister, Hillary, (haha, Jeremy, if you’re listening) started a blog. About her time she’s spending over in a Thai prison, I mean, in a university in Thailand. She’ll be there up until about the end of the year. Of course we’re jealous.

• Also, worthy of mention is that the new (Brooklyn-based) Ratatat album drops in just about a month. It’s pretty sick stuff (as to be expected). If you haven’t heard anything from it yet, check out this video for a new single called “Mirando.” Certainly bring earplugs though if you see them perform in person.

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Mike (left) remained incredibly enthusiastic on the Metro North ride up via the Hudson Line to the famed Dia:Beacon art museum in Beacon, New York on Sunday. Delish, on the right, played the role of Little Red Riding Hood.

• The Dia:Beacon greeted our group (Kyle, Lisa, Jenn, Lehman, Mike, Ben, and I) with a surprising top-shelf brunch on Sunday morning, consisting of unlimited bloody marys (with rosemary-infused vodka), excellent baked-filo pastries, and some ham-and-horseradish-mustard baguettes. The actual museum space, living up to everyone’s hype, is massive, and worthy of the trek. Many large-scale pieces line the walls of this former Nabisco factory-turned-remote-gallery. Alright, enough with the hyphens. I ran into a coworker, Pauline, just before Jenn and I scored free tickets from a nice woman to a sold out dance performance in the building by the Merce Cunningham Dance Company. While I wasn’t really feeling any of the dancing, it did feel significant that John Cage historically maintained ties with the company, and had created the music for this piece. The Dia also has some Richard Serra steel creations, plus the best-looking Louis Bourgoise welded enormous spider I’ve seen yet (better than those in the Tate Modern last year).

• On the subject of music, I picked up the newest Atmosphere, after WOXY was playing “Painting” a few times on their evening set. While it lacks anthems, it does get a little better on a second listen. It’s definitely not that Epitaph sound Slug accidentally picked up a few albums back. Personally I still think nothing is as golden as the Lucy Ford EPs a few years back, but, that being said, impressive that he’s still dropping albums on the regular, about a decade later.

• On Saturday, Jenn and I caught up with Brian and Rachel to do brunch over at Hi-Life in the Upper West Side before catching a performance of Len, Asleep in Vinyl, up on 76th and Broadway. Cheers to comp tickets. The play was set in the remote mountain cabin of an aging record producer, who is visited by his rockstar son, and a few other odd characters. While the acting was stiff (and bad) the first few minutes, it got pretty interesting for the rest of the brief 75-minute duration. The crowd was super old, and maybe received a different meaning from the performance, but the four of us definitely enjoyed it. Personally I’m a sucker for the lodge aesthetic. Exposed woodgrain and taxidermy taps into that inner, partially-constructed nostalgia. (The only taxidermy ever in my parents’ home were a few large fish on plaques, collecting dust. Though, there were many wood-paneled walls).

• While I don’t have a photo to show evidence of this, there’s been a recent trend of cutting subway platform advertising to form new hybrid ads. For example, cutting out Harrison Ford’s face from the new Indiana Jones film, and putting it on the face of a dog being walked by some fashionista, etc. Of course, you can also find this supplemented by the normal dozen speech bubbles and such. There’s certainly a correlation of this minor vandalism with the frequency of trains on these lines. I’m talking the L, G, and C trains for the most part. Late at night, might as well start making some new ads: they aren’t wheat-pasted, they’re self-adhesive vinyl. Collage-away. (Though they did call the police on me once at an L station a few months back).

• This evening in Key Food on Avenue B:
cashier 1: (concerned) I think there’s a stalker.
cashier 2: really? where?
cashier 1: here, I mean, he comes in and says hi, and then waits for me to leave.
cashier 2: (sad) oh, him? he never even talks to me.


The BAM Harvey Theatre is located on Fulton in Fort Greene, Brooklyn.


Astoria, Queens, circa 2005 when I had just moved to New York. There used to be weird stuff over in Queens, like random chickens in alleyways and stuff (though, just today my boss mentioned a family who keeps chickens in the basement of their Lower East Side building).