A map to the Shakespeare crawl this Saturday.July 17, 2008
While it's been all quiet on the blogging front, we've been anything but idle these last two weeks.
Here's a quick run-down on where we've been and where we're heading in the next week.
As we reach mid-Summer on Columbia Street, our refurbished backyard is getting plenty of good use, especially so in the latest entry of our Sunday night reading series, organized by the ever-resourceful Rachel London. Both Nick Flynn and Nuar Alsadir made game attempts to be heard above the sweet din of well mannered children at play in the backyard of our neighbors, the Pit Stop bistro. Check out the accompanying photo to see attendees dangerously listing forward to catch the stray snatches of intelligible brilliance.
Five days later, Freebird made space in its stuffy aisles for an art show constructed largely from the detritus of city streets. Ingeniously curated by Mariko Tanaka, the show features some seven artists working in a variety of recycled media--drawing, photography, sculpture, sound and film. To pick randomly from a fine group, there's Hong-Kai Wang's "Coney Island of the Ear,"which shakes and stirs carnival sounds from our favorite endangered amusement park; John Breiner's gruesomely elegant bestiaries (see below for one tucked within our New York section) concocted from painterly brush strokes and moldy old books; Yuko Oda's swarm of trashbag butterflies; and filmmaker Megan Whiteford's vertiginous tour of the projected Greenway seen from the vantage point of her sneaker tops. We were simply overwhelmed by the crush of tastemakers that descended upon us opening night, possibly lured by the liberal pouring of good Domaine Chandon Rose graciously provided to us by Moet Hennessy distributors.
And now--puff puff--sorry, trying to catch our breath--this Saturday afternoon, The Bard comes to Red Hook, courtesy of Freebird. This isn't the Shakespeare that you dozed off to in Freshman Lit. This is the vastly abbreviated Will, as engineered by Jess Winfield, author of the new novel, My Name Is Will. He'll bring us some 31 plays in two hours at five neighborhood locales. It all begins from the unlikely proscenium of the Brooklyn IKEA ferry, disembarking promptly at 2pm from Wall Street's Pier 11 in Manhattan.
--Charles Hutchinson and Peter Miller
Art by John Breiner (photo by Michael Dashkin)
While it's been all quiet on the blogging front, we've been anything but idle these last two weeks.
Here's a quick run-down on where we've been and where we're heading in the next week.
As we reach mid-Summer on Columbia Street, our refurbished backyard is getting plenty of good use, especially so in the latest entry of our Sunday night reading series, organized by the ever-resourceful Rachel London. Both Nick Flynn and Nuar Alsadir made game attempts to be heard above the sweet din of well mannered children at play in the backyard of our neighbors, the Pit Stop bistro. Check out the accompanying photo to see attendees dangerously listing forward to catch the stray snatches of intelligible brilliance.Five days later, Freebird made space in its stuffy aisles for an art show constructed largely from the detritus of city streets. Ingeniously curated by Mariko Tanaka, the show features some seven artists working in a variety of recycled media--drawing, photography, sculpture, sound and film. To pick randomly from a fine group, there's Hong-Kai Wang's "Coney Island of the Ear,"which shakes and stirs carnival sounds from our favorite endangered amusement park; John Breiner's gruesomely elegant bestiaries (see below for one tucked within our New York section) concocted from painterly brush strokes and moldy old books; Yuko Oda's swarm of trashbag butterflies; and filmmaker Megan Whiteford's vertiginous tour of the projected Greenway seen from the vantage point of her sneaker tops. We were simply overwhelmed by the crush of tastemakers that descended upon us opening night, possibly lured by the liberal pouring of good Domaine Chandon Rose graciously provided to us by Moet Hennessy distributors.And now--puff puff--sorry, trying to catch our breath--this Saturday afternoon, The Bard comes to Red Hook, courtesy of Freebird. This isn't the Shakespeare that you dozed off to in Freshman Lit. This is the vastly abbreviated Will, as engineered by Jess Winfield, author of the new novel, My Name Is Will. He'll bring us some 31 plays in two hours at five neighborhood locales. It all begins from the unlikely proscenium of the Brooklyn IKEA ferry, disembarking promptly at 2pm from Wall Street's Pier 11 in Manhattan.
--Charles Hutchinson and Peter Miller
Art by John Breiner (photo by Michael Dashkin)
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