WEDNESDAY 12/16 * Staring Contest @ The Diamond (43 Franklin St) 8pm, $3 to compete, First blink loses; audience heckling encouraged, More info # Pink Party @ Nights & Weekends (1 Bedford Ave) 9pm, FREE, Wear pink and get ready to try 7 different rosé wines by Dúzsi Tamás, Hungary’s world-renowned “King of Rose,” from Palinkerie Importers, More info
THURSDAY 12/17 # Rockaway Pint Party @ Rockaway Brewing (46-05 5th St) 7pm, FREE, Celebrating one year of the enactment of the Craft New York Act, which allowed breweries in New York to legally serve pints, More info ♫ Grizzly’s Urban Campfire @ Tender Trap (66 Greenpoint Ave) 9pm, $10, With Tone Tank / Grizzly Gato / Quelle Chris / Junk Science, RSVP
On the Friday night after Christmas, Half Gallery director Erin Goldberger could be found at an artists’ studio in Greenpoint, where a few friends—photographers, musicians, writers—gathered in the kitchen over wine and an assortment of Moe’s Doughs donuts. A Francoise Hardy song was playing off a cell phone connected to a record player with an amplifier, and Erin’s laugh floated above the music. She was re-telling family stories she had just learned over the holidays about her Sicilian great-grandparents, who immigrated to New York at the turn of the last century (her paternal grandparents arrived in New Jersey from Poland after the Second World War).
The stories were funny, although this isn’t the first time that I had seen Erin captivate a small audience. She can recall names, memories, and obscure details at the drop of a hat, and delivers her sentences like an expert pool player: delicately on one shot, sharply on the other, and packed with dry wit on the next. A few minutes later, we went outside to sit on the front stoop and I turned on my recorder… Continue reading →
John Reardon is getting ready to tattoo a woman in her mid-twenties when I arrive early at the Greenpoint Tattoo Company for our interview. It is a Saturday afternoon, and a cheery song by Of Montreal is playing over the speakers. The walls are covered in framed prints of tattoos, and a book by Reardon on the subject rests near a stack of Vice magazines. The woman has brought along a guy friend for moral support, but the process goes so quickly that she doesn’t even have time to grimace.
After a few moments, the woman gets up to check her arm in the mirror, proclaims the tattoo to be “awesome,” and leaves to meet friends for brunch at Slick Willie a few blocks away. Since John’s schedule is packed today, with another appointment in fifteen minutes, I turn on my recorder and we dive right into the questions. Continue reading →