Italy. For centuries, this crown jewel of the Meditteranean has inspired great works of art that have reached celestial heights. For Da Vinci, it was–among other masterpieces–the Vitruvian Man. Michelangelo gave us David and the Sistine Chapel. Puccini filled our ears with lush scores of “La Boheme” and “Turandot.” More recently, this scenic country encouraged actor-turned-playwright Michael Tucker to draft his latest work, Fern Hill. The world premiere drama-comedy opens this Thursday at NJ Rep in Long Branch, New Jersey.
Live in New York City long enough, and you’re likely to hear complaints about how the storied den of iniquity has become too sanitized. Downtown clubs once dominated by the punk scene have been replaced by banks, upscale supermarkets, or pharmacies. Lamentations on the death of Bohemia and the underground art scene are all too common among those who partied in the 80s.
I have been enjoying a major love affair with the Flatiron district for many years now in New York City. At the same time, my love affair with Indian cuisine has been lifelong and has no plans of stopping. Junoon, which combines both love affair elements (Flatiron meets Indian cuisine) may just been the best Indian restaurant I’ve ever been to… no joke. Here’s why.
Don’t have anything planned for this weekend in New York City and need an event or two (or three) to spice things up a little? Check out what’s in stores in and around The Big Apple over the next three days.
I’m ashamed to admit this, much less post in on the internet. Yet it drives home a crucial point and I’m a critic who isn’t shy on voicing his opinion. When news of Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia’s death emerged in February 2016, I felt a little gleeful. To many progressive thinkers, he represented archaic, stubborn thought who wielded his power against marginalized communities. I shared the same sentiment as NY Times columnist Maureen Dowd, who wrote in a 2003 opinion piece, “Antonin Scalia is Archie Bunker in a high-backed chair. Like Archie, Nino is the last one to realize that his tolerance is risibly out of date.”
Arguably, Fiddler on the Roof is a flawless show. The much-beloved classic is so sturdy that even a group of horribly untalented fifth graders couldn’t destroy it. Still, it’s refreshing when a version comes along that is so phenomenal that you want to share it with the world.
blue…purple…green…orange…white…violet…blood. Last appearing at The Joyce Theater’s Ballet Festival in 2015, Joshua Beamish/MOVETHECOMPANY has once again taken to this iconic dance stage with the world premiere of Beamish’s new full-length work The Masque of the Red Death, inspired by the Edgar Allan Poe short story.
Those that attended the Good Beer: Craft Beer and Food Festival at 28 Liberty last Thursday were gifted with a cool summer breeze, a live band, and a widely satisfying selection of great food and drink. Featuring an eclectic range of beer vendors including Blue Point, Guiness, Sixpoint, and food options from Sigmunds Pretzils, and Lucky Pickle Dumpling Co., the fest had plenty to go around, and even regular foodies may have discovered a new favorite dish to come from this evening (Trust me. Cinnamon steak served with maple syrup needs to be tasted to be believed).
For Hennessy’s 8th Annual Limited Edition Bottle release, the brand partnered up with Lisbon born artist, Alexandre Farto aka Vhils.
The Bulls are in Bushwick. I don’t mean the basketball bunch from Chicago. Nor am I talking about the kind who run rampant through the streets a la the fiesta of San Fermin in Pamplona. Oh no. These bulls are taut, muscled men writhing with sexual electricity in Company XIV’s new show, Boylesque Bullfight.