“I’d heard from some kids I knew who went to Bard that the Upper East Side is a charming neighborhood inhabited by ancient, well-appointed relics of a glamorous bygone era, or like a Woody Allen movie maybe, with jazz and tiny dogs. And a park almost twice the size of McCarren Pool. But I’m what you might call a bona fide Brooklynite, in that after I graduated from Hampshire I moved into the McKibben lofts, after the first time but before the second time New York Magazine mentioned them. I’ve been to Park Slope — how exotic could the Upper East Side really be?”
- Remember that piece on vanityfair.com last month that I found so irritating? Well Alex Pareene does a much better job of skewering it for Vice than I did in a fantastic piece that’s entitled “In Which I See Art and I Can’t Handle My Shit.” Read it.
Last week we told you about site-specific choreographer Noemie Lafrance’s latest project Home, a new piece performed at a location just off the Bedford L stop that invites “the audience to explore the body as a place while exploring issues of public and private space.” Evidently both the location and the intimacy were way too much for a Vanity Fair Brooklyn virgin/Feist fan/”bona fide Upper East Sider”/Tory Burch-shod reporter. Read More »
Our first glimpse of Noémie Lafrance, renowned choreographer and modern dance powerhouse, finds her in repose on a long wooden table on the third floor of a Williamsburg loft building. Antlers adorn her head, and a minuscule woodlands scene is applied to the landscape of her right side (calf, thigh, hip).
Hold the phone. Where’s Feist? Where are the 70 dancers chasing the stage the stage in McCarren Park Pool? Are we at the Whitney Biennial? Read More »
