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George Michael made me take me music videos seriously by not taking them too seriously himself. First time I saw him was as the star vocalist in Wham! It was “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go.” GM and Andrew Ridgeley, both in white togs, dancing—and most impressively—prancing about on a soundstage eternity, somehow reminiscent of ‘60s-TV variety shows.
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Vincent Luigi Molino/ Flickr Meryl Streep might be helping make the medicine go down very soon. The incredible actress, who has as many Oscars and Golden Globes as a decorated war vet, is in talks to join Disney’s upcoming Mary Poppins sequel,
Photo by Mike Krim New York City graffiti duo Mint and Serf have curated a new show at Tribeca’s No Romance Galleries featuring four photographers who cast a youthful glimmer over to the gritty pallor of the downtown scene. Location is everything for PJ Monte, Mike Krim, Osvaldo Chance Jimenez, and Harry McNally.
THE ROOF 124 W 57th St New York NY10019 (212) 707-8008 Sometimes on date night you want to rise above it all. Take your sweetheart to The Roof at the top of Viceroy New York and you’ll be master and mistress of all you survey. You’ll signal your honey right off that you’re in on something, as you lead the way down an industrial hallway that ends with a private elevator
Every Monday morning, I find myself whispering the old Beckett adage “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” to myself as I settle down into work. No matter how thrilling the day’s prospects may be, it’s that midweek slump that always seems to rear its ugly head in the worst way. But never fear, the hours are sure to breeze on by and soon it will be the weekend—one that happens to be rife with fantastic films both premiering and screening around the city, thanks to new premieres and various wonderful retrospectives
Larry Clark’s “Billy Mann” 1963 A survey of works by Larry Clark will go on view this Saturday (today) at Luhring Augustine in Chelsea. “They thought i were but i aren’t anymore” spans Clark’s career from 1961 to the present, beginning with his early forays in photography.
Tea culture has always had about it a seemingly unconquerable twee-ness that makes you wonder why it hasn’t yet swept its way through all the hipster enclaves of BKNY. But it’s the Englishness that seems most inextricable from the experience of “having a nice cup of”. It’s also an enduring bridge across the class divide, holding equal cultural gravity whether taken in a chipped-paint caff in Blackpool ( “Share some greased tea with me…” , as Morrissey snidely put it) or with the well turned out ladies of Chipping Campden