Or Best Offer
These artists will trade their work for anything except money
What’s a piece of art really worth? A month-long holiday in Brazil; a year of therapy sessions; a personal wake up call every morning; maybe a kidney? It’s time to find out. From Dec. 9 through 12, Art Barter, an “exchange between artist and the public,” say its curators, is coming to New York—to NP Contemporary Art Center on Chrystie Street, to be exact.
El Haab's and the Haab-nots
Cheapo Mexican doesn’t get any better
El Haab, The Haab or simply Haab, Joaquin Velasquez’s new Mexican joint, opened with little fanfare in mid-August on a charmless Williamsburg street. This follows in the proud tradition of hardworking, low-key restaurants that have popped up on the strip of Grand Street between, say, Union and Graham avenues.
Bash Compactor: Bowery Bums
Hanging out at the Mister Lower East Side pageant
Dick Velour, in dark sunglasses and leopard print socks with white wingtips, pulled down his bright red g-string, stretched his ballsac out until it was unrecognizable, and proceeded to bounce his penis up and down on top of it furiously. “Have you ever seen a squirrel jumping on a trampoline?” he asked the audience.
Fighting For Class
David O. Russell surprises with a boxing movie that strips away nostalgia about the American Dream
Americans used to seeing trickedup versions of themselves in the movies (or degraded-by-narcissism versions on reality TV) will be startled at the honesty of David O. Russell’s The Fighter. Even I was thrown by the vivacity in Russell’s semirealistic account of Dicky Eklund, the Boston Irish welterweight tagged “The Pride of Lowell, Massachusetts”; his younger sibling, the upcoming boxer Micky...
The Loneliest Time of the Year
Holiday blues have never been funnier than in ‘Lonesome Winter’
Joshua Conkel possesses one of the most deliciously off-kilter imaginations currently being put to use in New York. His MilkMilkLemonade (which New York Press named the Best Off-Off-Broadway show of 2009) was a refreshing rebuttal to the usual slew of sloppy gay plays. His Lonesome Winter, co-written with Megan Hill, proves that MilkMilkLemonade wasn’t a fluke.
Bash Compactor: God Save Her
At Queen Vic for Epiphany Get Paid's performance of Royal Bitch
Epiphany Get Paid is a piece of work. The breathtakingly gorgeous drag queen who arrived here from San Diego in 2004 and immediately began plying her shamelessly zany antics all over town. This is a chick with a brain and maybe a dick, too. But how is Epiphany getting paid and for what? I was curious enough to visit the opening night of Royal Bitch, her solo show at Queen Vic, a new faux dive bar on Second Avenue tha...