Not certain, but I’m pretty sure I can fashion a Daft Punk costume out of what’s in my closet.
Accidental mash-up: Slick Rick’s “Children’s Story” from my browser and Tchaikovsky’s “Pas de deux, a. Intrada” from iTunes.
They really were. (via notthatkindagay)
So if you dress your pet up as a literary character, you can maybe earn real estate on The New Yorker’s website. Thanks, internet.
Besides airplane-quality coffee, every New York City bodega I’ve ever been in have a few other things in common: power-hungry refrigeration, grills that are always hot, and shelves stocked with food delivered to the city from who-knows where in gas-guzzling trucks that belch pollution. Though they’ll all make you a sinful fat-person breakfast sandwich*, they’re not doing much for the environment.
Which is why last night’s opening for an environmentally friendly deli raised eyebrows. BoHo Bodega, situated for the next week or so at 220 LaFayette in SoHo, isn’t your typical convenience store. Besides being constructed out of recycled material – the lights (pictured) were giant cans of tomatoes in a previous life – the pop-up shop sells products made with a light environmental toll**.
Like any deli in Manhattan, the place filled up quickly last night. But unlike any deli in Manhattan, last night it housed a deejay and featured a four-song opera performance (???) along with models wearing what I’m going to call creative headwear.
During its week-long life cycle, the bodega will also advocate a green lifestyle by organizing events. Tonight, farmers’ market program Greenmarket will be on-site to talk about sustainable agriculture. Friday will feature a talk about recycling in New York and, oddly, a CD release party. There are other events, too, before they (presumably) tear the thing down on Sunday. Photo opp!
Blog ReadyMade actually talked to Mia Sakai, part of the duo that created the awesome spectacle, so go there for the specifics. Agent16’s Jenean Chapman, writer Allison Kade, and Paint The Town Red’s Matt Caldecutt marveled with me.* A phrase I shamelessly stole from Mediapost’s Kelly Samardak. ** Organic energy bars from Pure Organic, biodegradable household products from Planet, “green” beauty products from Kiss My Face, fair-trade chocolate from Divine, and organic tea from Organic India were in the gift bag the organizers gave me.
Precious Things, a series by artist Amanda Dolan, opened at Ward-Nasse Gallery last night. Lest you think all art today reflects the everything-sucks economy, consider that most of her pieces feature bright pinks and blues, and that she paints portraits of happy-looking dogs, then be convinced otherwise.
But I did find “In Utero” (pictured) terrifying.
One prominent piece on display was a flower pot fashioned out of the detached legs of a mannequin that Dolan told me she found discarded on a street corner. A headline that read “You’re to blame,” which Dolan said she ripped from a “sleazy self-help article” in a women’s magazine, was cast into the mannequin’s leg.
Another piece, “When Doves Cry,” caught my attention.
Dolan’s art is on display at the gallery until the end of October.