Invisible Dog. It used to be a factory that manufactured--- among other things--- the gag dog leash. I interviewed the Producer/Art Director. A French man by way of Marseilles and Paris, now in Cobble Hill. Lucien Zayan. The current exhibit on the main floor has several large abstract paintings, a soft sculpture that could be a mushroom except its about 100X bigger and multi-colored, a video installation playing against the far wall, and a light box sculpture.
On the second floor Lucien showed me the artist studios. Four thousand square feet that he configured for each artist after he found out what they needed. On the third floor an absolutely exquisite performance space--- gorgeous b/c he kept the rawness of the room and added polish. The walls are now pristine white with modern lighting. But he kept the original windows, sanded down the columns and rebuilt the ceiling using recycled wood from the space. Again, 4,000 square feet. This is how he makes his money. He rents this space out: weddings, exhibits, photographers, film companies. Pretty smart. Then does what he wants on the ground floor.
Apres l'interview, I walked over to Smith and Pacific to Bar Tabac. A great little French bistro that every once in awhile features Brazilian jazz. I've had some GOOD times there. They have outside tables, so I could watch the spectacle of little children, their parents, and even their pets parade up and down the streets in search of treats. I saw not one but two dogs in lobster costumes. I saw a infant dressed up like a hot dog; the bun part of the sling holding the baby. A family walked by dressed up in Nathan's Hot Dog Attire, the signature hats, and aprons. A six or seven year old boy, sporting a sinister mask, was clearly enjoying his new persona. Little girls in long silver gowns wearing tiaras. An entire family of bumble bees. The waitstaff all dressed up; Adam's family. Ghoulish. Glitter. A great chicken cutlet and Sancerre.
Walked up to Court, over to Atlantic to get to the heart of the Halloween celebration--- the mecca for all children, my neighborhood, State Street, Joralemon Street, and all the little streets in between. Its like Woodstock, Disney World, street fair, and art installation; all rolled into one. The elegant brownstones and townhouses are decorated with skeletons, ghosts, giant spiders, pumpkins, witches and monsters. Add lights and music. The owners are in costume. The kids are in costume. I walked through the ghouls and goblins, coffee in hand, said hello to a few neighbors, even scammed some candy for myself. Trick or treat!
Then home to watch the Yankees clobber the Phillies. Perfect.
Image: Woman who works at the dry cleaners on Hicks, sweeping the sidewalk, dressed up like a fairy.
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