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BikeBANQUET November 7 with Recycle-A-Bicycle and special guest Randy Cohen

Thank you to everyone who came out to the BikeBANQUET to benefit Recycle-A-Bicycle November 7!

Guests enjoying the banquet part of the BikeBANQUET. In the foreground, (L-R) Hilda Cohen, Randy Cohen, Janet Liff and Josh Bisker

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Karen Overton (L), Executive Director of Recycle-A-Bicycle, in conversation with  Melissa Garcia

Arriving at the BikeBANQUET

Sarah Haga in conversation

Sarah Haga in conversation

Nomad Cycle owner Damon Strub

Nomad Cycle owner and host Damon Strub

Randy Cohen and janet Liff in conversation , Hilda Cohen and Josh Bisker in foreground

During dinner, Randy Cohen Janet Liff, Hilda Cohen and Josh Bisker in conversation

Randy Cohen listening during dinner

Randy Cohen listening

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Dan Solow, of Southern Queens Greenway, and Marc Van der Aart, of Rolling Orange, in conversation during dinner

Angela Stach, Transportation Alternatives Queens Committee in conversation during dinner

Angela Stach, Transportation Alternatives Queens Committee, in conversation with other guests during dinner

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Randy Cohen spoke about biking in the city

Lesley McTague and Daniel Solow visioning their Bicycle Utopia

Instead of cognac, a visioning activity and BikeART Party followed dinner and Randy Cohen’s talk. Lesley McTague and Dan Solow collaborate to make their Bicycle Utopia

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Lesley McTague going for a spin in Bicycle Utopia

Stella Bronwasser of Rolling Orange creating her Bicycle Utopia

Stella Bronwasser of Rolling Orange making her Bicycle Utopia

Esmé Brauer (L) and Hilda Cohen taking their Bicycle Utopia visioning rather seriously

Esmé Brauer and Hilda Cohen's bike portrait

Esmé and Hilda in their Bicycle Utopia

Nathan and Lion Brauer getting their bike portrait taken

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Nathan and Lion in Bicycle Utopia

Luzmina Sindi Hernandez gets her bike portrait with completely unnecessary encouragement from appreciative onlookers

Luzmina Sindi Hernandez gets completely unnecessary encouragement from other guests as she gets her BikeART portrait taken

Luzmina Sindi Hernandez's bike portrait

A passerby asks “Why does life have to be so terrible?” when no bikes are ALLOWED in Luzmina’s Bicycle Utopia

Will Knoesel from Recycle-A-Bicycle making a very special Bicycle Utopia...

Recycle-A-Bicycle’s Will Knoesel works on making a very special Bicycle Utopia…

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Will’s Bicycle Utopia

Raffle prizes donated by Nutcase Helmets, Vanmoof, Thule, Levi's, Bloomsbury Publishing and ABUS

Raffle prizes donated by Nutcase Helmets, Vanmoof, Thule, Levi’s, Bloomsbury, Johanna Kindvall and ABUS

Avril Greenberg raffle winner of Culinary Cyclist at BikeBANQUET to benefit Recycle-A-Bicycle, with special guest Randy Cohen at Nomad Cycle, November 7, 2015

Avril Greenberg, raffle winner of a copy of the Culinary Cyclist, by Anna Brones and illustrated by Johanna Kindvall

Nathan Brauer, raffle winner of an ABUS lock and Hilda Cohen, winner of Infographic Guide to Cycling at BikeBANQUET with Lion and Esmé Brauer

Nathan Brauer, Hilda Cohen, Lion and Esmé Brauer, winners of an ABUS Bordo lock and a copy of the Infographic Guide to Cycling

Angela Stach's bike portrait

Angela Stach in Bicycle Utopia

Reed Rubey and a Vanmoof bike are all that survive in his Bicycle Utopia

Reed Rubey goes for a spin on a Vanmoof bike in Bicycle Utopia

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AM I INVISIBLE? NYC | SP : the Exhibition

Scenes from the exhibition and public art installation Am I Invisible? NYC | SP, in New York City and São Paulo, on view from September 15 – November 8, 2015.

Panel discussion at Centro Cultural São Paulo, September 15. Speaking is Nabil Bonduki, Chief of Cultural Affairs, SP

A projection of images submitted to the Am I Invisible? NYC | SP Open Call at the opening party at Delancey Plaza, September 15, 2015.

Panel discussion at Centro Cultural São Paulo, September 15. From left to right: (L-R) Nabil Bonduki (Chief of Cultural Affairs in São Paulo), Ignacio Aronovich (LostArt), Ronaldo Tonobohn (Department of Transportation), Anderson Augusto (6eMeia), Leonardo Delafuente (6eMeia) and Baixo Ribeiro (Instituto Choque Cultural). Speaking, Anderson Augusto of 6meia.

A visitor to the installation at Delancey Plaza, NYC, September 15, 2015. Works visible (L – R) Gustavo Gomes, Jessica Findley, David Horvitz, Bijari.

Wide view of Invisìvel? SP | NYC at Centro Cultural São Paulo. Works visible by (L – R) William Lamson, Jessica Findley

Visitors to Am I Invisible? NYC | SP October 10, 2015 look at works by Jessica Findley, Gustavo Gomes. Partially visible at extreme left, 6meia.

A visitor to Am I Invisible? NYC | SP takes a picture at Lomography Gallery, NYC, October 10. L-R: works by William Lamson, Hai Zhang.

Public art installation of Invisìvel? SP | NYC with work by William Lamson

Visitors to Am I Invisible? NYC | SP at Lomography Gallery, NYC, October 10, 2015

Public art installation of Invisìvel? SP | NYC with work by Jessica Findley



Am I Invisible? NYC | SP Opening Party and Awards


Join us Tuesday for the opening party of Am I Invisible? NYC | SP to find out if you are one of the six winners of the Am I Invisible? NYC | SP Open Call!
Contestants who attend are also eligible to win raffle prizes sponsored by ABUS, Thule, Nutcase Helmets, Levi’s and Lomography.
Everyone who comes will receive a surprise gift, and a chance to win a VANMOOF bicycle.

Am I Invisible? NYC | SP is an international public art project about urban mobility, bicycling, art, photography, and the city. The Am I Invisible? NYC | SP exhibition opening party will happen simultaneously in New York City and São Paulo. During the party, we’ll connect over Google Hangout with the Bicycle Utopia community in Brazil: bicyclists, artists and the people who love them.

Am I Invisible? NYC | SP features work by Ana Benaroya, Bijari, Ingrid Burrington, Jessica Findley, Garapa, Gustavo Gomes, David Horvitz, William Lamson, Joseph Michael Lopez, Felipe Russo, TEC, Hai Zhang and 6eMeia

and YOU.

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Brooklyn, Geniuses Everywhere

When the change of the season comes to Brooklyn, the geniuses come out;  too many to name or even count. Drinking coffee, hurrying to the subway, taking a number at the butcher’s or standing on the sidewalk, staring down at who knows what. In coffices, geniuses come and go, plugged into devices pouring into their ears the soundtracks of their lives while they write the stories of their lives. Some of these stories are in color; some are in code.

Where ships once grew, now delicious things to eat sprout from the rooftop farms of shipyards, stadiums, on 596 acres and in garages. The harvest doesn’t travel far, turning up in nearby plates in exotic or comforting combinations dished out by arms with tattoos. The names of these morels and morsels combine two languages or more, or the names of dead geniuses.


There is a building on Jay Street stuffed to the rafters with geniuses making the future. If you’re one of these, and your name is Robert Fulton, and the year is 1807, as the steam rolls off your morning cup of coffee you might say to yourself, “This would be a good way to push a boat around.” At the next table, if it were 1881 and if your name is Arbuckle, the future might appear to you in the form of roasted coffee beans packed ever so neatly in one-pound bags. In either case, you would be hanging around the same corner of Jay Street that you probably are right now.

coffee cup002-01 The first genius of Brooklyn was sugar. But even before that, there was the Dutch genius, and even before that, the genius of the Lenape.

lenape house-01The Lenape’s Brooklyn was much like today: from one end to the other, an endless round of roving supper clubs where diners enjoyed only the most locally grown and seasonal of nightly feasts. In autumn, summer clambakes and fish fries in Coney Island gave way  to beaneries and bakeoffs in the fields of Gowanus.  With the first snow, the forests of Flatbush Extension smoked with barbecues of turkey and deer.

 The Lenape, in their genius, combined the lifestyle of the 1% with that of can-collecting residents of refrigerator boxes. The Lenape supper club was more like supper camp since the Lenape just set up a new house wherever dinner was to be served. They invented Bitcoin, which they called “sewan”, the only difference being that their Bitcoin was made not of one’s and zero’s contained in glowing boxes, but rather seashells mined during strolls along the sandy beaches of the wildly popular open-source operating system called Nature.

 For about 6,000 years, the scene was low-key but copacetic; one season rolling into the next much like the one before, when, one day, up floated the most unusual party boat the Lenape had ever seen. The men aboard were no less exotic, their unearthly pallor set off by dark clothes flashing with beautiful metal ornaments and, I mean, who wears a ruff?

Their boat was strewn with a collection of gadgets each one more entertaining than the last: exploding sticks that dropped a deer with one bang, steel axes and needles that cut effortlessly through wood and leather, and drinks that made your head feel first like it would burst into flames, then like it was floating 10 feet above the ground.

 The Dutch–who had been hoping to shorten the distance between Indonesian nutmeg, Japanese silver and Chinese porcelain and the docks and counting houses of London–looked with some surprise upon the Lenape and saw one thing: fur.

 For a while, the Lenape were the life of the party on both sides of the Atlantic; then the beaver, otter and mink ran out. At the same time, the value of their Bitcoin took a nosedive. To top things off, the Lenape realized they had been trading furs and sewan not only for guns and steel needles, but land.

Too late. They found themselves first in Canarsie, then Oklahoma.

Never mind that. The new genius in town was sugar. Without sugar, once New Netherlands had been emptied of fur, the Dutch would simply have sailed on to other spicier, silkier shores, and we would not now be growing on our rooftop farms the finer ingredients of the pancakes, waffles, doughnuts, coleslaw and pretzels we so enjoy at our barbecues, bean tosses and clam bakes in Greenpoint and Boswijk.

clam and quahog shells-01 War, war, war. European kings and queens, like so many Islamic fundamentalists and Neo-Cons, couldn’t get enough of it. Trying to escape the misery of the Seven Years War, the Thirty Years War, the War of the Roses not to mention the Hundred Years War, a flood of terrorized farmers fled hither and thither across blood-soaked France, Belgium, and Spain to England, from England to Scotland and back again. Where to go, where to hide?

If you could make it to Amsterdam, the Dutch West Indies Company was giving anyone willing to cross over the Atlantic a six-year lease on a Brooklyn homestead, equipped with house, barn, tools and farming implements, four horses, four cows, sheep and pigs, in exchange for nothing more than a promise to stay for six years and the return of one cow, 80 pounds of butter and $40 annually. French Huguenots, Calvinist Walloons, Palatinate Germans, Austrians, Danes, Swedes, Norwegians, Poles and Jews everywhere said, “Sign me up!”

dutch farmhouse003-01Thusly, in the matter of its glot, that of Brooklyn has always been markedly poly, the speakers of 18 languages turning up all at once with a few sewing needles and one suit of clothes, keen to plow the fields of Red Hook.

alice sugar + smoke-01Sugar was the dot-com boom, the Colombian cocaine trade, the subprime mortgage bubble of the 17th century. It combined the irrational exuberance and insatiable demand of the first two with new innovations in cruelty of the third.  Everybody wanted in, and adventurers from Denmark to Spain flocked to the Caribbean to get their piece of the smokiest, stickiest, tooth-rottingest get-rich-quick deal ever produced of pure human misery.

Once every inch of land between Florida and Brazil was covered with undulating fields of sugar cane, there remained the problem to feed, clothe and shelter the humans planting, harvesting and cracking the whip over it. The farms and forests of Brooklyn and Queens furnished the needed supplies. After the Molasses Act of 1733, the sending out of lumber and wheat, the taking in of barrels of molasses and lemons, limes, ginger, people and whatever else smugglers, pirates and other astute men of business, extract from the Caribbean to sell in London by way of New York transformed a street next to a wall into Wall Street.

Brooklyn settled down into a bucolic, homey kind of existence populated by farmers and woodcutters, brewers and distillers, herders and hunters, coffee drinkers and other inventors of the future–a place where one might turn one’s attention, uninterrupted by anything more disturbing than a ferry trip across the river to replenish the cigarette supply–to such pleasant pastimes as the decoding of the Rosetta Stone or the invention of free verse.

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 A minor genius, the Salieri to the Mozart that was sugar, was the Revolutionary War, during which New Yorkers–occupied by the British–continued to buy and sell, grow and trade, and especially,under the protection of the British fleet, come and go, rather than dragging cannons over one snowy mountain after another, feet covered with bloody rags. Among those coming were Africans slaves running from the freedom fighters, promised their freedom if only they would fight on the British side against their former owners. Although recognizing the distinct usefulness of a few slaves around the house, the store and the workshop, New Yorkers were disgusted by the vulgarity of owning dozens if not hundreds of slaves that characterized the plantation slavery system, which, perfected in the cane fields of the Caribbean,  proved so profitable in the cotton fields of the nascent democracy.

They also had  few objections to the purchase or inheritance of freedom, nor to worship nor literacy, baptism, or the owning of property on the part of African slaves from the time of the first Dutch settlers. By 1818, the Bridge Street African Methodist Episcopal Wesleyan Church had been founded on Bridge Street by blacks fed up with sitting in the back rows of white churches.

And this is how greatest American genius of all, contradiction, came to Brooklyn.

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