Annika Zee is a 22-year-old self-taught multi-instrumentalist. Originally from Toronto, Zee now lives in New York and is releasing her debut tape Aging Aesthetics in December. It’s a great time for bright new artists to burst forth, since the fourth quarter tends to be more sparsely populated while everyone gears up for the next year — though Rihanna is gearing up to buck that trend a bit. Still, Zee is the kind of artist that cuts through the winter chill; her voice is as warm and empathetic as the heroine in an old musical, but this production melts from simple and sumptuous into something more sinister. “Crazy” offers a shoulder to cry on, a layer of politeness to your mediate twisted thoughts, before twisting in on itself in a crackling zenith of static. Listen below and look for her whole EP coming soon. (more…)
One of the most terrifying parts about the holidays is traveling during the holidays. For example, if you’re driving out of the city today, plunging deep into the traffic apocalypse, I wish you luck, my friend.
But if you are making things easier on yourself, staying here, and just need to get to a friend’s place to drink or (if you want to make things a little more taxing) brave the crowds at Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (which I believe is something everyone must do before they no longer live here), then the MTA is your great, dear friend this holiday weekend.
The season of gifting is upon us, and Fab is gearing up to make it a great one with the Fab Holiday Pop-In, a curated store experience from Dec 3rd–6th in the LES. Check it out at 118 Orchard St, on the corner of Orchard and Delancey.
So, what exactly is a pop-in? It’s a chance to shop 150+ of the Fab team’s favorite holiday gifts while enjoying treats from sponsors Pampelonne, Chameleon Cold Brew, Baked by Melissa, Vita Coco, La Maison du Chocolat, PopChips, SimplyGum, and Polaroid. Add a slew of can’t-miss events and workshops to the mix (schedule below), and you’ve got yourself a party!
Anti already has a world tour attached. It has a $25 million sponsor deal from Samsung. It has fans everywhere salivating for the first new album from Rihanna since 2012’s Unapologetic, an album that she executive-produced, and that became her first No. 1 album debut on the Billboard charts (which seems crazy in retrospect). After Unapologetic she took her first real gap between albums, a gap that has now stretched to three years. The longest she’d gone between releases before–over the course of seven albums–was the stretch between 2007’s Good Girl Gone Bad and 2009’s Rated R. (more…)
In a grungy venue in Tijuana, a fighter called Adonis Johnson (Michael B. Jordan) boxes in all black—right down to the athletic tape he wraps around his hands. This is a man who doesn’t want to be found. Twelve hours after the bout, Adonis, in dress shirt and tie, sits behind a desk in Los Angeles, working a finance job. He makes a pivotal decision: He resigns and returns home to his palatial Baldwin Hills residence to inform his mom (Phylicia Rashad) of his plans to devote himself to boxing full-time. She looks into his eyes—one of them bloodshot from the previous night’s fight—and pleads him to reconsider. He jumps ship to Philadelphia, where he sleeps on a mattress on a floor, and seeks out Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone), an old man who used to be friends with his father.
So you’re stuck in the city for Thanksgiving. And depending on how you look at it, that can be a good thing. We like to think that those of you fortunate enough to stay in the comfort of your home during this holiday should be proud of that decision, whether it was intended or not. After all, this means you don’t have to travel! And, yes, Thanksgiving is a family-oriented holiday that is best celebrated with loved ones but screw that. Screw them. Isn’t every holiday technically a family-oriented holiday? What’s the big deal with eating a turkey? You guys do know that the original feast also included venison, aka Bambi’s mom? And please don’t get us started on the Pilgrims, though Wednesday Addams does a brilliant job in summing up our feelings. But hey, if you want to enjoy the turducken surrounded by family members who will nag you about your love life while simultaneously argue about what’s wrong with America today, go right ahead. We’re not going to stop you. (more…)
Directed by David Lynch
To appreciate this batty box-office bomb, you have to give up, right at the start. You won’t ever make sense of the plot, not without having source novelist Frank Herbert’s brain, so don’t even bother—absorb the basics and let the rest wash over you, starting with Virginia Madsen’s opening monologue, backstory tacked on at the producers’ request, the beginning of so much exposition; this is a movie almost defeated by its need to introduce its particular political systems and personal grudges within a world whose emphases are very different from our own. But give it a chance to move past all that, past the establishment of Herbert’s 10191 CE, which resembles George Lucas’s long time ago in a galaxy far, far away—a petty space empire conducting its affairs in mid 20th-century English. It all feels so very post-Kennedy, especially once the oil allegory gets going: the world of Dune relies on Spice, which enables space travel; it’s also medicine and a powerful psychotropic, throwing off the neat metaphor. Getting it back on track is the fact that Spice is only found on one planet, a desert planet, control of which determines control of the universe. Factions war.
Ok, sure, everyone’s been really into Marie Kondo-izing their homes this year, getting rid of all the excess clutter they’ve hoarded throughout the time they’ve spent in their tiny rentals. But once they’ve gotten rid of all their stuff, they’re going to need help refilling their space with things that bring them joy. That’s where this list comes in handy. Help bring them joy. ‘Tis the season. (more…)