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‘Ultimate Gossip Girl Summit’ Proves ‘Gossip Girl’ Fans Are No Joke

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Which “C” was confused by the crowd waiting in the lobby of the People’s Improv Theater on Friday night? That “C” would be me. I was there for “The Ultimate Gossip Girl Summit,” and I don’t know why all of the quasi-hipster, ballet-flatted women in their late twenties surprised me, but I was a little [&hellip
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Varvatos’ Bowery Store is Sort of a Museum of Rock ‘n’ Roll—Like TGI Fridays is to Tiffany Lamps

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Someone please tell the two protesters outside of the new John Varvatos store at 315 Bowery, the former CBGB location, that they are wasting their time. Do they really believe that sitting on the sidewalk, feebly clutching their handwritten signs is actually going to bring the club back? Or suddenly halt the construction of million-dollar real estate in the Lower East Side? I never visited the bastion of loud music when it was intact (and I suspect most New Yorkers are the same, even if they don't admit it), but I can tell you what I do know something about: that if these guys just went inside the store, they'd get up off their asses and work hard enough so that they could afford Varvatos’ clothes.

Despite the posterboard resistance sitting in full view, the mood inside was pretty chill...

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NYICFF’s ’5 Centimeters per Second’ is kid-safe, mother-approved porn

Written by C. Edwards on . Posted in Arts & Film, Posts


Makoto Shinkai’s, 5 Centimeters per Second, which screened this weekend during the New York International Children’s Film Festival, is a chain of short stories following the three loves of Takaki Tono.  There’s 13-year-old Akari, who braves a hopeless train ride in a blizzard just to see him one last time, high school classmate, Kanae whose connection to him is so strong, it slowly chips away at her emotional stability and Risa, a nebbish office worker who, three years after their break-up, still sends him text messages declaring her unshakable devotion. 

Instead of harnessing this power and using it to talk vulnerable young women out of their panties, Takaki becomes increasingly introspective. He is a distant, solitary figure whose head is either hanging down in sorrow or pointed skyward for long periods of oblivious star-gazing. It’s essentially a film about unrequited love and the endless possibilities of youth, but considering it’s subtitled and done almost entirely in inner monologues, it’s a rather amusing choice for a children’s film festival.  About 40 minutes in, when it became obvious that there would be no juvenile hi jinks, one kid turned to his mother to ask “Is this Mulan?”

I regularly surveyed the theater to see how the rest of the audience, half children with their parents and half 14-year-old girls, was holding up...

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Justin Bond Proves to be the Hostess with the Mostest (with Glitter)

Written by C. Edwards on . Posted in Arts & Film, Posts

If conservatives really wanted to slow down the gay agenda, they’d go after the glitter industry. This is something I pondered during Justin Bond‘s Lustre: A Midwinter Trans-Fest at Performance Space 122.  From rhinestone skulls, to bejeweled carousel horses, to Nathan Carrera, every piece of set dressing, stitch of clothing and layer of makeup seemed [&hellip
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FASHION WEEK: J. Mendel is for Old People Not Brashionistas

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What’s more obnoxious: The undeserved entitlement of the young and tragically hip, or the undeserved entitlement of the old and painfully wealthy? It’s the question I asked myself while standing on line at The Plaza Hotel while a small army of Upper East Side ladies waited to be admitted into the J.Mendel show, held in the former hotel’s opulent Grand Ballroom.

I was looking forward to trading up from the 19-year-old brashionistas, prancing through Bryant Park desperately hoping to be photographed for a quiet afternoon with the silver-haired, dignified crowd that The Plaza is guaranteed to reel in. Boy, was I wrong.

One thing about the youngsters: They’ll stand patiently in line if it means they might get in. The seniors, not so much. Being old, they have less time to wait and when they’re huddled together at the side entrance amidst construction scaffolding and the earsplitting whirring of delivery trucks, they tend to be less than cooperative. A pair of women stood nearby, openly contemplating cutting in front of everyone...

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Extra Baggage

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“Does this bag make me look crazy?” I wondered when I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror of CVZ Contemporary. I was there for the opening of Configurations, the solo exhibit of New York urban artist Patrick Smith, and having spent the last 15 minutes pushing through the crowded room with my [&hellip
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