The first contact sheet of the counterculture.
“We’ve all been the wallflower at a party at one time or another, and in the short film ‘Felicia’s Smile,’ we encounter a young woman who can’t connect with revelers so self-absorbed that some wear diapers and suck on pacifiers, others cast dagger eyes at romantic rivals, and the popular ones have teeth painted on their lips — a surreal vision of carnivorous glee that will leave you thankful this dream is onscreen and not awakening you at the witching hour.” — From our 13 hot takes survey of @everywomanbiennial.
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#everywomanbiennial #internationalfilm #lamamanyc #feministart
Like the song says: “When I’m Sixty-Four.” ¶ Tonight is the 64th anniversary of the Obie Awards — that annual celebration of off-Broadway’s best. This slideshow lifts the curtain on our homepage’s wide-ranging coverage of Obies’ history — and histrionics.
#theater #offbroadway #playbill #theatergeek #actorlife #actorslife
The photographer David Haxton conjures evocative, painterly realms from cut paper and studio work lights. In a 2009, our reviewer compared Haxton’s powerful images to everything from a Titian canvas to Le Corbusier’s architecture. The review from the Voice archives can be found on our homepage: “The Slasher — Photographer David Haxton Goes on a Tear”
¶ Here are three images from Haxton’s current show at Fridman Gallery (169 Bowery, through this Sunday, May 19). ¶ Captions: 1_Yellow Lit from Behind (2009 ); 2_White Red and Green Lights (1978); 3_Many Holes in Shadow (2005)
A presidency was crumbling even as the president vilified his accusers and clung to power. The rock on the radio and on turntables was already becoming classic, and R&B was soaring. This is the first installment of our SOUNDTRACK TO WATERGATE, a new section of the website where we present music ads that appeared in the Voice between June 1972 and August 1974. ¶Come to think of it, there are some pretty great tunes streaming nowadays – hopefully they’ll turn out to be as worthy a backdrop to a disgraced president as America’s first go-round, four-plus decades ago.
#notmypresident #albumcover #graphicdesign #artdirection #printisdead #watergate #impeachment #impeachtrump #newspaperads #vintageads
“A federal judge accuses the Justice Department of trying to ‘shape’ a case involving illegal loans to Iraq. The House Judiciary Committee blasts federal attorneys for compromising their reputation for impartiality in the investigation of a computer-software theft. CIA officials charge a deputy attorney general with advocating the suppression of evidence in a sensitive sentencing hearing. ¶To even the most avid scandalmonger, these may sound like the ravings of a fevered Orwellian imagination. But in fact they are all part of a litany of wrongdoing leveled at George Bush’s Justice Department in the past two months alone.” —From Frank Snepp’s 1992 expose of William Barr’s lying.
History is repeating itself – get the original story on our homepage in the “Impeachment Chronicles” section.
55 years ago today, the 1964 World’s Fair opened at Flushing Meadows Park. One thing the excited opening-day crowds did not see was Andy Warhol’s 13 Most Wanted Men mural: “When the coarse black-and-white mug shots, each roughly four feet tall, were actually arrayed across the New York State pavilion’s exterior wall, reality proved unpalatable to Warhol’s powerful patrons.… Seven of the pictured felons were of Italian descent, and Governor Rockefeller was not about to alienate one of New York’s largest voting blocs.” —Read the full story at villagevoice.com
"The world beneath Manhattan is a cake of endless layers, a foundation as deep as the Chrysler Building is high. On the top lies a 3-inch strip of asphalt. Next comes almost 10 inches of coarse concrete. After that, soil, a nasty soil that soaks up chemicals from the street. In another inch or 3 come the wires - telephone and electric, streetlight and fire alarm, and, the newest addition, cable TV - all buried in casings and kept close to the curbs. Gas lines puff away another foot below; water mains gurgle 4 feet under; steam pipes are.buried 6 feet deep. Every sewer pipe is different (they're installed at an angle so that sewage is always flowing down), but they're generally above the vaults of the subways, which vary in depth from a few dozen inches (the Lexington Avenue line) to 18 stories below St. Nicholas Avenue (191st Street on the Broadway local). Water tunnels - running between 200 and 800 feet - mark the farthest reach of the underground." –From Randall Sullivan's 1989 feature in 7 Days magazine about life below the streets of NYC.
In November 1989, 7 Days magazine, which was published by the Voice’s then owner Leonard Stern, delved into the private spaces of NYC’s movers, shakers — and convicted felons. On the Voice website you’ll get a look at John Lennon’s FBI file, a glance into fashion model Aly Dunne’s Filofax (remember them?), tours of actor Charles Busch’s closet and Giants’ QB Phil Simms’s locker, and glimpses of other usually off-limits realms.
“The light has gone out of New York rock and roll.… Joey Ramone passed away on Easter Sunday.… The end came at a time when the Ramones’ flame has never burned brighter. With a quarter century of ‘punk’ — the music they helped template and design, from black motorcycle jackets and chopped eighth-note chordings to the pop chants of ‘Hey ho let’s go’ and ‘Gabba gabba hey!’—now being celebrated atop the scrap heap of history, Joey was a Cover Boy.… Last fall, I turned on the Subway Series to hear ‘Hey ho’ over the loudspeakers at Shea Stadium, galvanizing the crowd much as Joey did during dozens of nights at CBGB. It was too perfect, I thought, remembering the Ramones traveling past Shea on the Number 7 with their instruments in shopping bags. They’d come the long way around to get back home again.” —Excerpted from Lenny Kaye’s heartfelt obit for Joey Ramone, the Village Voice, April 17, 2001
“What's happening to the New York dialect involves many complex influences and circumstances, which have worked both to diminish the strains of classic New Yawkese in Manhattan and yet to preserve it in certain parts of the outer boroughs. Even more importantly, other distinct dialects are developing, fed by the influx of immigrants from places as diverse as Southeast Asia, Africa, and the Middle East; Central America and the Caribbean. New Yawkese lives, yes, but it's no longer synonymous with New York City, nor even its dominant voice.” —Charles Siebert in 7 DAYS, November 1, 1989: “The Slow Death of the New York Accent”
In that auspicious year of 1984, Village Voice critic J. Hoberman journeyed to Fidel Castro’s Cuba to cover a film festival and ended up scoring an exclusive interview with El Comandante. With President Trump recently putting the kibosh on the Major League Baseball program that provided a pathway to the bigs for Cuban ballplayers, Hoberman’s rollicking essay — covering Fidel’s views on democracy, socialism, and, most important of all, the efficacy of the Designated Hitter — is a must-read all over again. ##cuba #mlb