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AS N.Y. HONORS JANE JACOBS, HER SON IS ‘APPALLED’ AT CONEY ISLAND REZONING PLAN

Ned Jacobs: ‘This rezoning plan for Coney Island does not appear to reflect

the urban values and planning principles she espoused’

New York, NY, Monday, July 13, 2009 — Even as City officials gather today on Hudson Street in the West Village to honor urban visionary Jane Jacobs with a long-overdue street renaming, the Bloomberg administration is pushing a disastrous rezoning plan for Coney Island that flies in the face of her principles. Jacobs’s own son, Ned Jacobs, said yesterday that he is “appalled” by the City’s rezoning plan for Coney Island.

The City’s proposed rezoning plan would dramatically shrink Coney Island’s famed amusement district, leaving only a narrow, 12-acre strip for a rump amusement park. It inserts four high-rise hotel towers — soaring up to 27 stories — into the very heart of the historic, low-rise amusement district. The placement of these towers invites developers to tear down some of Coney Island’s most historic buildings, some more than a century old.

Local activist group Save Coney Island is urging the City Council to fix this plan by expanding the acreage reserved for open-air amusements, removing the four high-rise towers from the heart of the amusement district and preserving Coney Island’s historic buildings. The New York Times (both in February and again this morning), the Municipal Art Society and Coney Island USA founder Dick Zigun have all urged the City to expand the amusement area and move the four hotel towers. Coney Island’s Community Board 13 also recommended that the hotel towers be relocated.

In a statement issued yesterday to Save Coney Island, Jane Jacobs’s son, Ned Jacobs, blasted the City’s rezoning plan. A community activist in Vancouver, Canada, who assisted his mother with her last book, “Dark Age Ahead,” Ned Jacobs wrote in his statement:

“After having viewed the video “Don’t Kill Coney! Fix the Plan!” by Coney Island USA founder Dick Zigun, I find myself appalled by the city’s proposed rezoning plan for Coney Island’s amusement district.

“While I cannot speak on behalf of my mother, the late Jane Jacobs, or predict what she would think about particular proposals today, in my view, this rezoning plan for Coney Island does not appear to reflect the urban values and planning principles she espoused. These include sensitivity and integration with the scale, character and performance of existing neighborhoods and their established uses; the need to retain aged but serviceable buildings for the sake of economic diversity and continuity, as well as for their history and charm; the benefits of planning and redevelopment based on organic, iterative change, and the inherent dangers of top-down urban renewal-type schemes, propelled by ‘cataclysmic money.’

“These considerations are just as valid today as in the past. I therefore urge Mayor Bloomberg and the New York City Council to prevent this dysfunctional, developer-driven proposal for the Coney Island amusement district from being adopted in its current form. Instead, the city should work with the community, who possess much local knowledge and appreciation of the importance that scale, atmosphere and heritage play in the amusement district’s success as an irreplaceable public amenity, and who have expressed considerable openness to change and new development, provided it is based on sound planning.

Call your city councilperson today! Tell them no to hotels south of Surf Avenue!

* VISIT SAVE CONEY ISLAND ONLINE: http://www.saveconeyisland.net/

Dumbo

by J.D. Oxblood

Cruised down to DUMBO last week—wow, has that neighborhood changed—to check out the XTO Nude Image Awards Winners at the Farmani Gallery.  I had been invited by Robin Bobbe, partner-in-crime of the photographer Leland Bobbe, who had a winning image in the show—a photo of burlesque performer Victotria Privates.  If you’ve never heard of XTO, it’s worth checking out.  I’m always a big fan of anyone who is willing to give away money to aspiring artists.

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jdx-avatar-pick-1By J.D. Oxblood

It’s true I’ve been out of the loop.  Day gigs suck, that’s all I can say, and since good writers are now of less value than a foreclosed home in Florida, making a dollar these days is harder than ever.  Not that anyone wants to hear me sing the blues.  Let’s say I was in Mallorca banging Swedish stewardesses.  Or at my pad in the Hamptons.  Let’s all believe some lies and wake up happy for a change.

I missed a lot these last few weeks.  That batard Madoff got sentenced, and, from what I’ve heard, none of his victims were given the option of kicking him in the nuts.  So the justice system is totally screwed.  Gay Pride happened, which I totally missed, which is ok, since I have no pride.  And the Mermaid Day parade went off without a hitch, despite the ominous sense that the very ground would be torn out from under us at any moment.  No one minded the rain—no one who turned out, anyway.  It’s the best day of the year in New York City and y’all can’t ruin that.  (IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE CONEY ISLAND AGAIN, PLEASE CALL YOUR COUNCILPERSON.  CHECK OUT SAVECONEYISLAND.NET—THE SH*T HITS THE FAN JULY 13.)

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Sidewalk musicians on Bedford Avenue @ N 7th July 2nd 2009

By the end of June people who can afford it have left town for two months, or at least every weekend. The moneyed leisure class get tans, sit on the dock or the deck drinking champagne, and contemplate early retirement. The rest of us wander the streets between July 4th and Labor Day looking for a party on or off a rooftop, cruising the nearly empty streets and braving the inevitable spike in violent crime. The unmoneyed leisure class (a.k.a. the unemployed) have plenty of time for idleness, and idle hands are indeed the devil’s weekend in the Hamptons.

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photo by Jenny Bai

photo by Jenny Bai

Last Monday I sat down with rising star Broadway Brassy at The Magician bar on Rivington and Essex to talk about her career, where she’s been, where she is, and where she’s going. She’s is out of town for the next couple of weeks, but be sure to catch her at Duane Park in late July and August! (Details below.)

CC: Hello Broadway Brassy! Thanks for coming to talk to us at Cultural Capitol. I guess my first question is, how did you get to New York?

BB: I took a chance, I don’t know. God I hate interviews. I just always wanted to come here to New York City since I was a little girl — always. There was never any wavering, there was never any other place I wanted to be. It was here. So I came. That was that. I finished college, and I just moved. To Staten Island. And it was horrible there.

CC: Why did you go to Staten Island?

BB: Because I had friends there. So I thought, if I go to New York City I should be near my friends. I didn’t know anything. So I moved there, and realized right away that was not where I wanted to be, so I moved to Brooklyn.

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Murray Pic

June 25 2009 was a downer. A major downer. I was at home, getting ready to leave the warm comfort of Brooklyn for the mean streets of Manhattan, when I checked my Facebook and saw Lefty Lucy had updated her status. It said “Ed McMahon, Farah Fawcett…Michael Jackson?” I thought she was kidding. I commented “<gasp!> You just jinxed him!” Then I saw that the news feed was adding posts rapidly. People from all over the world were saying the same thing: Michael Jackson, RIP.

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This video doodle seeks to immortalize the brave musicians who brightened up the Coney Island boardwalk last Saturday.

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On the boardwalk Mermaid Parade 2009

Last Saturday was the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. Every news outlet in New York covered the parade, so I won’t rehash it here. Though I will throw some of my personal pix in the mix for your viewing pleasure.

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Jo Boobs

Jo Boobs

by J.D. Oxblood

How’s this for a day in Vegas? Lunch at the patio steakhouse at the Paris, with blazing sun and views of the fountain show across the strip at the Bellagio, a kick-ass pool party, sitting in on a panel of legends, and then a show that ends with El Vez. Not bad, right?

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This video is a sample of what J. D. got at the Vegas show. Enjoy!

1st Runner-up Roxy Dlite

1st Runner-up Roxy Dlite

by J.D. Oxblood

(Editor’s note: the first paragraph of this piece has been moved below the fold due to profanity, suggestive language, nudity and adult situations. Please click to read the entirety of this story.)

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Satan's Angel

Satan's Angel

By J.D. Oxblood

LEGENDS OF THE MOLL

Friday, June 5th, the Orleans Showroom, Las Vegas

Hot comes in many shapes and sizes. And colors and ages. And flavors and aromas that, when they pass your palate again, can send you back into nostalgic reverie at inappropriate moments. Hot can’t be limited—or contained—by looks. After all, a chief ingredient of hot—sexiness—is defined and expressed by movement. You might not spot sexy in a photograph, but you’ll see it as soon she walks in the door. If you don’t think Amazonian, zaftig, or full-figure chicks can be hot, you’ve been banging the wrong big girls. And if you’ve never had a wanton night of boot-knockin’ with a woman over the age of 50, I don’t know how you can call yourself a man.

If you can’t dig it, try a strip club and skip the burlesque. As for the blogosphere, I suggest you get your narrow worldview over to Gawker and leer at some 20 year-old pleasure models and join the riff-raff carping about how so-and-so put on five pounds, was caught at the beach with a belly, or—ohmygod—is starting to WRINKLE. Beauty fades, bitches. Hot is eternal.

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Madame Rosebud -- "Best Bikini"

Madame Rosebud -- "Best Bikini"

by J.D. Oxblood

Pulling up a porcelain chair in the McCarren airport, I think, I could use some vegetables. I could use a drink that doesn’t contain alcohol. I could stand to inhale without sucking on a cigarette or breathing overly-oxygenated canned air. It would be nice to make a decision—about anything—without first weighing the odds and placing a wager. I need to sit without looking around for a cocktail waitress, to hear myself think without tuning out the din of slot machines, to look at a woman without immediately, instinctively imagining what she’s going to look like when she wriggles out of those clothes. A couple days in Las Vegas will do that to a man.

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by J.D. Oxblood

Wow. What a weekend. I still can’t see straight, reek of booze & smoke, keep hearing slots in the background and am still finding body glitter in unmentionable places.  In other words, we had a fantastic time at the 2009 Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekend. I can’t even count how many gorgeous women I saw in various states of disrobe–between the shows, the stripperiffic after parties, and the oh-my-dear-Kali pool party, I’ve got “me time” material for a decade. It’s gonna take a few days to put all of this overwhelming material into a readable format, not to mention the over 3000 photographs Melodie Mudd shot, kneeling at the front of the stage.

So you’ll just have to wait for the good stuff. We’re gonna do this fab weekend justice and give all the participants a blogorific experience that’ll make them think they’re still in Vegas, and make all y’all suckers who didn’t make the trip positively verdant with envy. You snoozed, you loozed. Tune in later this week for what promises to be a 4-part series of COMPREHENSIVE coverage on the annual event previously known as Miss Exotic World.

Meanwhile, I have to pass out some awards of my own. Sure, the judges made up some honorary awards–probably to kill time while they argued over who was gonna win best boylesque–but they had some trophies to back it up. I have no trophies, so… WINNERS OF THE 2009 BHFW “BLOODIES” WILL RECEIVE A MARTINI OF CHOICE ON ME. Dirties, Manhattans, Cosmos, what have you, courtesy of yours truly, payable the next time you see me in person–wherever we happen to be. Hey, that’s a $10-15 value, and you can’t drink a trophy.  Don’t ever say that anyone loves you more than J.D.

(tympani please)

Best Reveal — Dinah Might

Most Badass — NANDA

Most Slammin’ (Badonkadonk Division) — Perle Noir

Most Slammin’ (Badinkadink Division) — Kellita

Most Overlooked — Peekaboo Pointe

Best Bikini (pool party) — Madame Rosebud

Most Devastating Glare — Miss Astrid

Most Likely to be a Contender in 2010 — Sapphire Jones

Hottest Photographer — Melody Mudd (no competition)

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I should get a better camera. Or at least not be so shy when taking pictures.

John Hodgman was performing a comedy show last night at Union Hall in Park Slope. I didn’t know that, so the giddy joy I felt as I told my companion PC was standing in front of us at the door was genuine. I thought perhaps that he was just there to soak up the hipster vibe like the rest of us. It turned out he was amplifying the hipster vibe, by a factor of ten at least.

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by JD Oxblood

The winners are in.  Check back for my full coverage.  Right now I gotta go to a pool party, play some craps, and schmooze the winners.

Best Debut:  Melody Mangler

Best Variety Act:  Gigi & Pop (feat. our very own Anita Cookie)

Best Group:  NANDA

Best Boylesque:  Hot Toddy

Hall of Fame Legend’s Award: Satan’s Angel

Most Innovative: Arabella Trapeze (Harvest Moon & Mr. Fantastic)

Most Classic: Amazing Knicker Kittens Burlesque Review

Most Comical: Little Brooklyn

Most Dazzling: Kalani KoKonuts

2009 Queen of Burlesque:

2nd runner up:  Perle Noire

1st runner up: Roxi Dlite

Queen:  Kalani KoKonuts

Congrats to all the winners and all the competitors!  Last night was so hot I need a cold shower and a cold herring face-slap!

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by J.D. Oxblood

I’ve trolled the sources and, as usual, the best coverage comes from the AP.

It’s a sad day in the world today, as we mourn the passing of one of our favorites, one who made our days a little more pleasant, whether it be from reruns of “Kung Fu,” the forty-second viewing of “Kill Bill,” or even just those fab derivative Yellow Pages commercials.  That voice, the voice alone that made the first “Kill Bill” so… enticing, knowing that was Dave-C fondling that sword and never seeing his face.  And for children of the 70s, who goaded our friends on the playground with “grasshopper” and “until you can take this Jolly Rancher from my hand” or “until you can walk on the sand box without leaving a footprint”—this man is a part of our Jungian psyche, both an archetype to inhabit and a Campbellian hero to emulate.  It’s a sad day.

And then there’s the question of the cause of death.

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This is what I get for living near art students.

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Oxblood Covers the Miss Exotic World Weekend

Gidde up, cowgirls, I’m Westbound and down, heading out to the City formerly known as Sin to gamble, cavort, and watch gorgeous women entice with abandon!  The Miss Exotic World Weekend is on, this Thursday through Sunday.  Check out the lineup at http://www.burlesquehall.com/.  I’ll be taking it all in and writing it all down, and staff photog Melodie Muddd will be snapping the pix.  Tune in next week for full coverage and candid snaps, and feel free to follow me on Twitter (oh, god, no) for up-to-the-minute Gonzo commentary.

[Ed.'s note: the Twitter widget is in a sidebar on the left side of the main page.]

OPEN CALL FOR HELP.  Sadly, due to “scheduling conflicts” (read: paying gigs), I won’t arrive in Nevada until Friday, totally missing the Thursday  night throw down, which features some of my favorite New York performers, like Amber Ray, Anita Cookie, Nasty Canasta, and Ruby Valentine, as well as some of my new-fave babes from beyond our borders who I got turned on to (and who turned me on) at last fall’s NYC Burlesque fest—namely Chicago’s Mimi First and Tokyo’s Violet Eva.  Man, that Violet is stunning!  So, to all my friends who work the other side of the curtain, and for anyone else who may be tagging along to Vegas to witness the spectacle, PLEASE OH PLEASE tell me all about what I miss on Friday.  If you have any observations or—better yet, any pictures—of our famed city’s best doing their thing in Vegas, send it to me so I can spread the word.  Gmail me, twitter me, text me, rub up next to me at the airport—just pass it along and I promise to give due credit.

EXTRA love to anyone who provides pix from the bowling bash.  Man, what I wouldn’t give to see Dirty Marini bowl a few frames in heels.

Jo, I will pay handsomely for backstage gossip.

See you in Vegas!

Kiss kiss,

JDX

Rock of Love

Rock of Love

Sunday night is Kitty Nights at Bar on A. I showed up because I heard Calamity Chang was debuting her tribute to Brett Michaels, and I had just finished a three day DVR marathon of Rock of Love. That and our star reporter has been feverishly packing his suitcase for Vegas where he will be covering the Miss Exotic World show, so he wasn’t able to make it. He is going to be giving up-to-the-nanosecond updates from the big event on Twitter, so if you aren’t following him already, do yourself a favor and put him on your list. You won’t regret it.

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Stars and bars forever!

Stars and bars forever!

Who is laughing now?

Just five years ago some Americans were painting their Hummers in the stars and stripes, confident that the “liberation” of Iraq would bring global peace and low, low gas prices. The Hummer symbolized American strength, wealth, and frontier attitude. Now all those cowboys who thought they were starring in an Old West flick have been told “Go East young man!” as the Hummer brand is sold to a Chinese company.

It’s too easy to say that their jingoistic hubris is the root cause of this national humiliation. Instead I’ll point out that passing the baton of overweening douche-baggery to the Chinese might be exactly what saves our republic.

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Christine Elmo

Christine Elmo

Last Thursday, May 21st, I clanked down the metal stairs of Jimmy’s 43 and into the subterranean bar completely and thoroughly confused. I had been invited by Christine Elmo to come to a benefit for a dance production she has choreographed and hopes to produce. Christine is a New York dance artist who has performed in the city and Europe extensively for the last two years. (Check out the video of dancing in Central Turkey and her CV here. Beautiful!) She’s a mover and a shaker in every sense of the phrase. So I guess I expected the benefit would be in a black box theater south of Houston, someplace that reeks of fresh paint and sawdust.

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Or: a categorical thesis on the recycled recycling of recyclables in pop culture

Everything old is Jung again

Everything old is Jung again

by J.D. Oxblood

I knew we were in bad shape during the previews.  Sandwiched in between trailers for the latest installment of the “Terminator” franchise and the sequel to “Transformers” was an ad for an action-packed Summer Blockbuster that I didn’t recognize.  I started thinking… what haven’t they done yet, and what could this be?  Evil villains in hot Matrix-y black leather, a handpicked crew of “elite” heroes donning metallic super-suits… I turned to my date and said, “This has to be ‘G.I. Joe.’”  In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m basically a pessimist, which means that I HATE to be right.

[Spoiler alert:  if you haven’t seen the new “Star Trek” yet, and want to, don’t read this.  It will only piss you off.  Devil’s advocate alert:  if you have seen “Star Trek,” and loved it, please read this, it will totally piss you off.  Sympathizer alert:  if you saw “Star Trek” and thought it was stupid—whether or not you enjoyed watching it—I can’t make a recommendation one way or the other.  I got nothing to say you don’t know already, but sometimes it’s nice to have confirmation.]

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Priceless

Priceless

A picture is worth a thousand words — especially when the letters have been rearranged to spell “vomit.” What more needs to be said?

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awwww...

The Sad Panda brought his friend to Bowling Green yesterday. His friend didn’t say much, but he was soooooo cute!

photo courtesy of Robin Lester

photo courtesy of Robin Lester

It looks like they’re filming an episode of Sesame Street in Washington Square Park today. Do down there and get your Oscar the Grouch on!

An undisclosed underground location for Burlesque Revealed

An undisclosed underground location for Burlesque Revealed

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Leaflet070

Quai movie poster

Jonathan Demme, Academy award winning director of Stop Making Sense, Philadelphia, Silence of the Lambs, and most recently Rachel Getting Married, is introducing the films of Hatian/American/French director Michelange Quay this coming Tuesday at the French Alliance / Alliance Francaise.

The event will feature two of Mr. Quay’s movies, the short The Gospel of the Creole Pig and the feature Eat for This Is My Body. Mr. Quay’s films are lyrical meditations on post-colonialism. The Gospel of the Creole Pig takes us from the slaughter pits in Port-au-Prince, where pigs are butchered in disgustingly unsanitary conditions, to the houses on top of the surrounding hills where rich people live in comfort. Water runs from the toilettes of the hilltop houses to the trash and chaos of the Cité Soleil, and all the while the voice of the creole pig tells us ironically about the cycle of life and its hierarchies of oppression.

Eat for This Is My Body is more narrative, but not much. Mr. Quay’s project is to convey the interdependency of Whites and Blacks under colonization and afterward — the relations of power and how both sides seek to achieve identity from its opposite. (It’s very Hegelian, and like the “end of history” never complete.) To this end the movie is a dream of the moment when colonization breaks down, a no/every time and place where the masters have lost their allies, but the slaves have yet to become masters. Elaborate and stunning visuals wind along like yarn from a spinning wheel, and rather than dialogue (which is minimal) an incantatory voice over keeps the plot from interfering with the movie’s anxious emotional texture.

It is guaranteed to be an enriching and thought provoking evening, and I personally can’t wait to see the discussion between Demme and Quay!

Tuesday May 26 at 7 p.m.

Florence Gould Hall
55 East 59th Street
FIAF Members Free** ($2 advance tickets)
Non-Members $10
Students w/ ID $7

Panda Man takes a load off downtown

Panda Man takes a load off downtown

Poor little guy. I can only imagine how hot he’ll be tomorrow whent the temps are supposed to be in the 80s!

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