3 a.m. eternal

i'm not one to indulge in hyperbole, but i think it's safe to say that yesterday was one of the best festa del giglios that williamsburg has seen in the past 119 years! seriously surreal, seeing hundreds of italian families mob the streets to watch about 70 dudes lift a four ton edifice.

note the bishop in the center - the one with the white and green robes - as the local pastor told the assembled masses, he's a bensonhurst boy! i haven't felt this connected to brooklyn since i finished a tree grows in brooklyn.

and yes, this was the most italian outfit i could put together on my way out of the apartment.

when liz wasn't gorging herself on greasy zeppoles and watery lemonade, she was the one taking all the photos...


just when i thought my sunny sunday couldn't get any more local-activity-filled, it was the inaugural free party at mccarren pool! first things first - it is a fucking crazy space. a relic from a time past when expansive civic spaces were at the same time grand and barren. bottom line? perfect place for an open air concert-cum-picnic-cum-dodgeball-tournament. we got there just in time to see beans with holy fuck. while i've seen him throw down harder (read: supreme trading, nye 2004), it was still a lively, engaging set.

beans - crevice

beans - mutescreamer (el-p remix)

hunger forced us to leave the premises after beans' set, but it was really nice to walk around the park with the faint strains of a dj dropping css floating through the air...

css - let's make love and listen to death from above

css - let's make love and listen to death from above (spank rock remix)


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