New York City real estate is a balancing act -- between starting anew and preserving the old, and between luxury and affordability. Increasingly there have been tensions between the residential, manufacturing, and hospitality industries to create a harmonious balance of real estate in each throughout New York City.
I chose to get arrested outside of a car wash in Brooklyn last week in support of the workers who have been on strike there since November. This is the first time I have ever been arrested -- even though I have supported many different causes in many different ways.
While Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Staten Island have their own vital full-service municipal shelters, Queens and the Bronx only have inadequate "animal receiving centers." These centers do not provide shelter, medical, or adoption services for homeless animals. Instead, dogs and cats brought to these centers are transported to already overtaxed shelters in Brooklyn and Manhattan.
Herbert "Doc" Koenig is a security guard in the building where I work. He don't need no stinking badge (he has an ID card with a photo of his goateed visage and the word "Doc" under it) and he doesn't carry a pistol, mainly because he is one. But he does have a rapier wit that could disarm the most suspicious intruder.
What to do when you want to avoid bunk beds but still save money and meet like-minded travelers? We scoped out eight hostels around the world that offer low rates, stylish design, cool locations, private rooms, and the occasional shared (but clean, we promise) bathroom. No flip-flops or ear plugs required!
Sarye Huggins is a high school senior in Brooklyn's Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood, a community disproportionately plagued by poverty and violence. Her journey from being a smart, shy girl attending some of the poorest and roughest schools in New York City towards becoming a strong, confident young woman has not been easy.
An emerging crop of big-name and boutique hotels has arrived to accommodate the new wave of Brooklyn-based travelers. Hotels here typically touch on a tantalizing trifecta for travelers: space, value, and, oftentimes, views (across the East River to Manhattan).
When I spoke to Nicholas Heyward Sr. the morning that the news of Akai Gurley's fatal shooting broke, neither of us could believe it. Gurley, like Heyward's son, Nicholas Jr., was shot by a cop in a Brooklyn housing staircase.
In this column, I return to the source of that first traumatic blow to my indie credibility, Brooklyn Vegan, in search of bands I have never heard of and know nothing about. I will make guesses about who they are and what they sound like armed only with the knowledge of their names and my own stockpile of dated and misguided associations.
We're talking pre-hipster Chelsea. The restaurants were not chic little eateries filled with happy gay boys, but dives where you could get super-cheap Puerto Rican rice and beans or Chinese take-out; one joint had both.
The house was packed, and after the performance concluded everyone stood on their feet to applaud passionately; the cast deserved no less than claps of thunder, the electricity permeated the room.
When I lived in New York City, I loved taking photographs. The vibrant fall leaves. The historic, welcoming brownstones. And of course, the people of the city. New York's energy is exhilarating.
Gentrification may bring Starbucks to a formerly underserved community, but it also brings devastation for people who are displaced when rents skyrocket and they can no longer afford to live in old neighborhoods. There are now ten Starbucks in Brooklyn and counting.
Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled Shoe, an exhibition curated by Lisa Small, Curator of Exhibitions at the Brooklyn Museum, examines, "the mystique and transformative power of the elevated shoe and its varied connections to fantasy, power, and identity."
Can a great play also be not entirely good? I ask this because the question kept wandering around my head as I watched and listened to--and watched and listened to and watched and listened to--Robert Falls's 2012 production of Eugene O'Neill's (classic?) The Iceman Cometh for Chicago's Goodman Theatre. It's finally reached the Brooklyn Academy of Music.