Issue No. 023
Dope: Steve Cannon has been running this iconoclastic arts and culture organization from a couch cushion since 1990 (he’s been completely blind and semi-homebound since 1989) as a way to document the unique energy and artistry of the Lower East Side, which was already showing signs of extinction back then. How’s that for vision?
Dope / Not Dope: It costs as much as the latest iPhone to join TM (which buys you your very own mantra) but after chanting my secret special word for 20 minutes, twice a day, for almost a year now, I’m far less likely to blare my horn or blow my stack.
Not Dope: Uninspiring. Over the top. Do these people need another reason to celebrate themselves? I wish Joan Rivers was still around to terrorize the red carpet.
Dope: It’s a beautiful documentary which just premiered at Sundance. Filmmakers Ivete Lucas and Patrick Bresnan closely followed a group of highschoolers for over a year, to tell their poignant coming-of-age stories. Pahokee is located on the other end of Palm Beach County--a poor, predominantly black community, which is an hour from Mar-A-Lago and a world away.
Dope / Not Dope: Austin’s SXSW has gotten too big and too expensive, which means less musicians (the original impetus for the annual festival) and more technocrats (I’m looking at you, $10,000-a-night Airbnb douche). Even so, SXSW draws an amazing roster of speakers, artists, filmmakers, and cutting edgers. So I say, bring it on and buy a day badge.
Dope: This handmade ceramic dish from Spain has tiny teeth which lovingly grate garlic, ginger, and lemon zest like nobody’s business. One raw garlic clove will go a long way, so grate gingerly. (The World Health Organization recommends a clove of raw garlic each day for a healthy heart.)
The Lost Weekend
Dope: Charles Jackson’s 1944 debut novel timelessly depicts the drunkeries and revelries of being an alcoholic on the delicate brink in New York City. Adapted for the screen by Billy Wilder a year later, they went nuts for it at Cannes. As well as at the Oscars.