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[thejoyofviolentmovement]

Photography: WEPA! Williamsburg, Brooklyn 4/11/24

Photography: WEPA! Williamsburg, Brooklyn 4/11/24

Last week, I was heading to Brooklyn Bowl to catch Marco Benevento with JOVM mainstay act Ghost Funk Orchestra. I decided to take the train into Long Island City and transfer to a Downtown Brooklyn-bound B62 which runs along Driggs Avenue in Williamsburg — with a stop at North 11th Street and Driggs Avenue. As I was walking the couple of blocks to Brooklyn Bowl, I came across the scene above.…

[starrs-soul]

[nyc-looks]

Mycha, 28

“I’m wearing an Asos dress, Koi footwear mary janes, bubblegum fury jewelry and the bag is by me. Currently, my style is an extension of me rediscovering childlike joy over the past 3-4 years. I also believe expressing yourself authentically and noticing when others do the same, is a great way to expand your world and meet interesting people! And that inspires me as well.”

May 6, 2023 ∙ Williamsburg

[kkimura]

いやー、どんだけぶりに生牡蠣たべただろ？

久しぶりの牡蠣は新鮮でめちゃくちゃ美味しかった〜! 🦪🥂 白ワインの泡が進みましたー。😆

美味しすぎて永遠にたべれそう。😋

It’s been so long since I had great oysters last 🦪

Was super clean, fresh, sweet, creamy and delicious!!!

Perfect with a glass of cava! 🥂

[galina]

In the last year or so I feel I'm increasingly thinking about making, creating, sharing and writing about food—what it means to cook, to serve, be served; how sharing a meal is essential and social and communal and transcendent. How making and re-making a dish creates a dialogue with memory. It's something that has come up again and again, especially on this latest trip.

We knew we wanted to eat at this place—Birds of a Feather, 鸳鸯—for a while. Unpretentious fried accordions of aubergine (or, eggplant), snow peas in garlic, perfect sticky fluffy rice. On one dish, garlic, dried peppers and Sichuan peppercorns are perfectly balanced in a way I've never had anywhere else, neither overpowering the other. I sip a light pilsner from a local brewery, an unexpectedly playful match.

It's a pared back space, minimal but warm, and communal, thoughtful. It feels organic but I can tell the space is carefully curated. Sound design panels are a particularly nice touch, making voices feel low and soft. It's a swift service, no fuss, almost non-verbal. Yiming and Xian's food speaks for itself.

All this to say: sometimes the ritual of finding, making, sharing or just eating food is too good not to write down.

[visit-new-york]

Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York

[wanderingnewyork]

Looking eastward along Broadway in #Williamsburg, #Brooklyn.

[istandonsnowpiles]

Under the Williamsburg Bridge

[israelcastillophoto]

Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_800 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

Number 800 in our MicroMessaging series!

[grapehyasynth]

Crown Prince Wilhelm is in New York City on official business, and it's been a long exhausting week, and he wants a drink in a place that will make him feel normal. Not in his ostentatious hotel room, not in the hotel bar where staff will fawn over him, not at one of the high-end places that his mother's contacts in the city would take him to. It's easier to move anonymously through foreign cities than it would be back home, but he wants a taste of the real thing.

He dresses down - no suits tonight - and wanders until something catches his eye. Despite his bodyguards' slight frowns, he ducks into a tiny dive bar down a side street. It's dark inside, all shadows and moody red lighting. The floor is clean but cracked, and none of the furniture matches. It's perfect.

People glance up as he comes in, but aside from a few appraising looks, no one makes a thing of it.

It's only when he's already placed his order - for a cheap beer that he's never heard of and that he's hoping is as shitty as it sounds - that he looks at some of the signage hanging behind the bar and glances around at the clientele and realizes - this is a gay bar.

He freezes with his hand in the bowl of complimentary pretzels. His first instinct is to leave before the bartender comes back. It's been ten years since Erik died, ten years since a 16-year-old Wille had had to stuff all his burgeoning self-understanding back inside his princely exterior. For all intents and purposes, Crown Prince Wilhelm is straight.

He turns to go when someone at his elbow says, "När katten är borta dansar råttorna på bordet."

He doesn't know what the odds are of meeting another Swede in a small bar on another continent. He probably needs to find a printer so he can make this person - this, fuck, very pretty person with earnest dark eyes and tumbling brown curls and a mouth set somewhere between a pout and a smile - sign an NDA. Where the fuck does he find a printer at 11 at night?

Before he can panic much further, the person says, "Hey. It's okay. You're not doing anything wrong."

All Wille's training nearly crumbles away. He feels sixteen again, or maybe younger. His chin quivers, and he's saved only by the arrival of the bartender with his beer.

They talk for hours. Simon Eriksson is from a small town that Wille actually knows, had in fact driven through, years ago, when his brother was still in school near there. Simon doesn't drink but he likes the community at this unpretentious bar. He'd come once to hang up flyers for an event at the LGBTQ center he works at, and he sort of never left. They have a honkytonk piano that doesn't sound half bad when he plays it. Wille meets some of the regulars, all Simon's friends, but mostly they just...talk.

They also dance, swaying slowly, Simon's head on Wille's shoulder, when the bar is starting to empty and the music is getting gentler. Wille's dreams will be painted in red light for weeks.

They don't kiss, though Wille wants to, badly. He thinks Simon wants it too, from the way he tilts forward a little after they've hugged goodbye. He'll wait for Simon to text him at his private number, which Wille has given him - maybe rashly, as they've only known each other for a night. It doesn't make sense, to fall for someone who lives so far away. None of this makes sense. But it's the most right Wille has felt for years.

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

Live Concert Photography: Wild Nothing with JW Francis at Music Hall of Williamsburg 11/11/23

Live Concert Photography: Wild Nothing with JW Francis at Music Hall of Williamsburg 11/11/23 @WildNothing @shorefire @JWFranfran @capturedtracks @MusicHallofWB @bowerypresents

Live Concert Photography: Wild Nothing with JW Francis at Music Hall of Williamsburg 11/11/23 I’ve been busily attempting to catch up on my photo editing and a few other things before the close of 2023. Late August through a couple of weeks ago was among the busiest periods in recent JOVM history. In fact, I caught Wild Nothing play a crowd-pleasing headlining set at Music Hall of Williamsburg.…

[fixedgearbacon]

[nyc-looks]

Thursday, 32

“I'm wearing a Prue Clothes tee, a Fashion Brand Company dress that I dyed, Z-Coil shoes, and Yohji Yamamoto glasses. I'm inspired by goth music, science fiction, renaissance faires, and the occult.”

Mar 18, 2023 ∙ Williamsburg

[eupat]

[fishmech]

manhattan & williamsburg by floppy disk