Amanda Cheng on “Cede” – “I am angry. Saying ‘you don’t know who I am’ in Taiwanese Hokkien is to say ‘you don’t get to tell me who I am.’ You don’t just scream like this to put on an album — you scream like this because it’s the only thing you can do. This song is an affront to the near-silent cultural genocide that’s taking place — the censorship, the militant threats — and the international community’s insistence on practicing diplomacy with economics at the front of mind. If it takes a loud song that’s half in an unfamiliar language for people to ask, “what’s that about?”, then so be it.
Founded in 2008 with an ever-present ethos of building something from nothing, Captured Tracks has grown into an unwavering Brooklyn institution of independent music.
The right to housing has been a key focus for both immigrant rights and anti-gentrification activists in the United States. In this update, I highlight the ways in which these come together in the neighborhood of Sunset Park, Brooklyn, New York. In 2019, the neighborhood was specifically targeted in a series of raids by the United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement resulting in a rapid mobilization of existing anti-gentrification networks to protect those vulnerable. I argue that this mobilization and its success highlights contradictions in liberal, pro-immigrant rights discourses that ignore the increasing threat of gentrification in “sanctuary cities.” Recognizing and exploiting this contradiction provides a way forward for thinking about secure housing as a requirement for sanctuary.
Back-seat hijinks: Brooklyn limousine portraits – in pictures
For nine months in 1989, the American photographer Kathy Shorr drove a stretch limousine and found rich material for a series capturing working-class Brooklyn in high celebration mode.
Commitment Ceremony, New York City, 1989
‘This was two women – same-sex marriage wasn’t legal in New York at the time, so it was probably some kind of commitment ceremony. After the ceremony they came out with a group of women, and when they saw me they started cheering: “We got a woman limousine driver!”’
photo Kathy Shorr
#photographie #limousine #brooklyn
The women boxers of Gleason’s Gym – photo essay
Gleason’s Gym has been around since 1937 and is the oldest working gym in the US. Many of the world’s famous boxers, including Jake LaMotta, Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson, have trained at the New York gym. Gleason’s are currently training six world champions and for the first time in the gym’s history they are all women. Tim Knox paid a visit to photograph some of the boxers and find out about their motivation
#Borough_Park, quartier juif ultra-orthodoxe de #Brooklyn. Menashé, modeste employé d’une épicerie, tente de joindre les deux bouts et se bat pour la garde de son jeune fils Ruben. En effet, ayant perdu sa femme, la tradition hassidique lui interdit de l’élever seul. Mais le Grand Rabbin lui accorde de passer une semaine avec son fils ; l’ultime occasion pour Menashé de prouver qu’il peut être père dans le respect des règles de sa communauté.
Les dessous de l’affiche qui souhaite la bienvenue aux réfugiés
En se promenant dans #Brooklyn, on le voit collé dans de nombreuses vitrines de bars ou petites boutiques bobos. Il accroche le regard et intrigue. C’est le poster « Refugees are welcome here », montrant un homme barbu, avec un enfant sur le ventre, qui sort de sa veste.
At the Heart of the #West_indies Parade
In New York City, Labor Day is associated with the West Indies Carnival. This enormous parade is a magnetic force that attracts, on average, one million spectators every year. It.....
When I was a kid, my dad, my stepdad and one of my dad’s friends sometimes helped organize concerts in Bogotá for this band called Los Gaiteros de San Jacinto......
’Mapping Brooklyn,’ a Joint Exhibition of BRIC and the Brooklyn Historical Society, Explores the Complexities of the Borough - CityLab
NYC’s 71-square-mile borough to the east has become such a strong cultural metaphor, so easily abstracted to explain other cities, that one can lose sight of the things that make it Brooklyn, not “Brooklyn.” Its tremendous demographic diversity, for example. Its politics. Its pre-colonial history. It’s Casper-the-Friendly-Ghost-shaped outline.
In “Mapping Brooklyn,” a joint exhibition of BRIC House and the Brooklyn Historical Society, the manifold geographies of Brooklyn are on full display. Contemporary artworks that use cartography to examine the borough (and elsewhere) are shown side by side with maps from the historical society’s collections, adding up to a complex portrait of a complex place.
Akin Omotoso’s #NBA_All_Star_Weekend DIARY
Friday 13th: Tonight White People Get In For Free The snow covered the #basketball courts down DeKalb Avenue giving a glimpse of playgrounds in heaven. I caught the Q to.....
#Wangechi_Mutu in conversation with Trevor Schoonmaker
Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, September 2012 Trevor Schoonmaker: Let’s start at the beginning…can you tell me about your first artistic impulse? Wangechi Mutu: From a very early age, I was an obsessive-compulsive drawer. Because my father owned a paper distribution company, I always had a lot of paper around. TS: And that was in #Nairobi… WM: We […]
This past October was the #Dutty_Artz crew’s 6 year anniversary, so we decided to celebrate by releasing a compilation in the form of a series of four free geographically-oriented EPs with accompanying DJ mixes. The final edition has Africa as its loose geographic focus (even though we’ve already dipped into Africa with our What Edward Said EP), and is […]
#MUSIC #Africa_Latina #Angola #Binyavanga_Wainaina #Black_Atlantic #Brooklyn #Chief_Boima #Chinua_Achebe #Eduardo_Galeano #Frederic_Galliano #Janka_Nabay #Kev #Lamin_Fofana #New_York #Sierra_Leone #Techno
Sean Jacobs took this picture, enhanced by Instagram, yesterday in #Fort_Greene_Park, #Brooklyn. This is a regular pickup game that’s been in existence for as long as Sean’s been living in the neighborhood. Here’s how Elliot Ross described it in a piece for Al Jazeera America (about whether committed New York soccer fans will ever take an […]
From the opening moment of Andrew Dosunmu’s magnificent new #FILM, ”Mother of George” (we’ve talked about the film before here and here), the viewer is immediately transported into a dream space – one of deep indigos, radiant golds, and vibrant reds. Dosunmu and his cinematographer, Bradford Young, are masters of aesthetics. And unlike Dosunmu’s previous film, […]
In a world ever more saturated by images, understanding how to read pictures has never been more important. In a course this summer at the #New_School in the GPIA, students learned how to read images, and also how to make them. We began by looking at other people’s photographs and thinking about the choices […]
Jean-Michel Basquiat, the first American artist of African descent to achieve international stardom, often referenced Africa or the African diaspora in his work. Take, for example, 1983′s “The Nile” (a painting that featured nods to Egyptian hieroglyphs, the Nile and the Nuba in Sudan) and “Gold Griot” (1984). So recently when I found a copy […]
How I Became a Hipster - NYTimes.com
Un article très drôle sur le quartier de Williamsburg au Nord de Brooklyn.
“Brooklyn” is now a byword for cool from Paris to Sweden to the Middle East. It’s been strange to live across the river from a place that suddenly becomes a cultural reference point — not unlike having your dachshund become an overnight celebrity. Part of you wonders, Why him and not Aunt Barbara?
So I decided to embed myself among the rooftop gardeners and the sustainability consultants and the chickeneers. I wanted to see what the demographic behind nanobatched chervil and the continually cited show “Girls” could teach me about life and craft cocktails. I wanted to see what sullen 25-year-old men had to tell me beyond “Leave me alone during this awkward period of beard growth.”
First I needed to outfit myself. H. W. Carter and Sons in Williamsburg is full of flannel and cardigans and work boots for the younger set. When a scruffy, ponytailed salesman in his 20s approached, I told him: “I’m going for a Mumford & Sons look. I want to look like I play the banjo.”
The sweet-tempered salesman helped me try on several field jackets, including an olive green London Fog, while a second equally sweet and solicitous young salesman (this one in a wool cap) helped me try on selvage denim jeans and a big, lumpy wool cardigan that looked like a lamb had died on me. He also showed me a $225 short-sleeve, plaid, navy jacquard shirt, which I decided to buy. While waiting at the cash register, I picked up a pair of argyle wool socks from a nearby wicker basket and asked, “Are your socks local?” The salesman self-consciously said no. I returned the socks like an organic farmer who has learned that a friend has named her child Monsanto.