The line was out the door, down the street and around the corner to get into Savannah’s first SLIDELUCK last Thursday night.
Due to fire capacity, we had to turn folks away but their sadness was averted because they now had an entire casserole to themselves and ice-cold Brooklyn Brewery frosties to wash it down with in the downstairs lounge. Upstairs, in the ballroom of American Legion Post 135, the crowd was wall-to-wall, even more so after the potluck and the B vitamins were flowing thanks to Brooklyn Brewery!
By the end of the evening, despite the firehose of culture that is SLIDELUCK, we were hearing more “youse’s” than “y’all’s” and Troy Wandzel had traded in his crazy sideways cap du jour for a crazy sideways Nets cap. City Hotel served up some old-timey string music and close to 400 Savannahians acknowledged that their lives now consisted of the pre-SLIDELUCK years and everything that happened thereafter. Brooklyn Brewery’s IPA and Pilsner were the clear winners on the night, with the Chocolate Stout coming in a still respectable third—considering it was 70 degrees outside in January and Savannahians’ blood is already thick as cane syrup.
Thank you, Brooklyn Brewery and SLIDELUCK for an evening people will be mumbling about till the next time around!
As the room filled with Hookers it became clear that it was going to be good night. Some looked a little banged-up, but most had their game faces on and were there either to party – or just to forget.
It had been three weeks since Hurricane Sandy had her nasty way with the little corner of King’s County known as Red Hook. Many of the artists, craftsmen, families and small businesses that make up the community were still struggling to get back on their feet. Recalling the incredibly good food and artwork we shared with the neighborhood at Slideluck Red Hook in June 2011, we felt compelled to do what we could to give back.
Then there were the cakeballs by Flour Shop, the tequila drinks by Tanteo, the grilled cheese sammies by Milk Truck and the little green and black cans full of cold, refreshing Perrier. I think there might have been beer too.
If it weren’t for such amazing staff and volunteers to help clean up, White Box would have had to change their name to Grey Box. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, and guests and Hookers wandered off into the night, arm in arm.
On July 19th, 2012 – the very same day that Slideluck came to the Northside – The New York Times declared that “All Roads Lead to Wythe Avenue.” Will we ever know whether SLIDELUCK Northside marked the beginning of something new or the end of something great? Regardless, the hot little corner where Brooklyn Brewery rests will likely never be quite the same.
For the third show in our Brooklyn Series (following Bushwick and Red Hook), we focused on the neighborhoods of Williamsburg and Greenpoint in search of good food and talented artists. We culled together a diverse selection of 26 artists whose work ranged from collage, to painting, to street art, to architectural, fashion and documentary photography, and then of course back to collage again. The slideshow was dense with talent, craftsmanship, confidence and dedication – but it was perhaps Abigail Lloyd‘s ode to her Pomeranian, “Buffy” (set to the the song “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle) that may have stolen the show. Irony always wins the day in the Northside of King’s County.
The evening began with a robust potluck, bolstered in part by our friends at Depanneur, Lokal and Peter Pan Bakery. The table was heaped high with watermelon salads, vegan chili, roasted vegetables, cheddar scallion biscuits, homemade beer nuts, lemon sour cream cookies and other culinary delights.
The eclectic mix of 250 or so attendees had a selection of 8 distinct brews on tap to choose from as well as wines from Brooklyn Oenology and mineral water from Societe Perrier. Despite some shortcomings on the audio/visual front, a warm, convivial atmosphere managed to permeate the room as the focus turned to the (little) silver screen.
Proceedings ran a few minutes late as we awaited the arrival of a team of Bloomberg’s representatives to burst through the door and read a letter of support for Slideluck Potshow. In the meantime, we took a moment to publicly acknowledge the efforts and achievements of Slideluck’s outgoing Global Producer, Carly Planker, and to present her with gift cards at two of Northside’s finest – Marlow & Sons and Shoe Market – as well as a room in her favorite karaoke spot. In the same breath, we welcomed Lila Allen, our new Global Producer, with frothy cups of beer held high.
An impromptu addition to the night’s program was a mesmerizing dance performance, by the young and usually shy, Peto – one of the kids featured in Adriana Lopez Sanfeliu‘s multimedia piece, “Dancing to our Heart Beats.” His performance put a smile across the collective faces of the remaining guests before wending towards the door.
Tearing a page out of that morning’s New York Times, our group of “young, hip, creative-types” packed Kinfolk Studios – a design studio, bar and Scandinavian restaurant – for the official afterparty. And after that, a small, hearty group made their way to the rooftop bar at the Wythe Hotel for the after-afterparty.
We must have been 50 strong as we pushed our pedals through the warm May afternoon up the Western shore of Manhattan. The destination for this motley crew of cyclists and cycles? Slideluck Bikeshow – perhaps the world’s first celebration specifically of food, art, community and bicycling – but likely not the last.
Just ahead of me was a Turk who, after living in the city for years, was having his first epiphany-ride across town. Beside me, brothers and sisters from Miami and Dallas who had come to town for a dose of something different. And bringing up the rear, was a Landmark Vintage blue Schwinn tandem bike, which had crossed the Williamsburg bridge and was on it’s way to anchoring the Bron Imaging/Fotocare photobooth at the grand old Hosteling International flagship.
Upon arrival at 104th and Amsterdam, I realized the Group Ride was really more like 15 strong, but beyond the iron gates were many more like us! Spread out before us was a lush spring meadow filled with sun-kissed people, lively tunes from The People’s Champs, cold Brooklyn Brews, and the smell of grilled cheese, mango chicken, fresh cornbread, fried whiting, and barbequed chicken.
It was difficult to not appreciate just being outdoors on a day as glorious as May 12, 2012 – under a bangin’ blue sky, surrounded by red brick and leafy green trees. And it wasn’t long before that sun dropped, allowing Carly Planker to kick off the evening’s programming – the only distraction being the baseline from a Sweet Sixteen party being held in the space adjacent to the bike valet.
Sharing a space with a Sweet Sixteen party isn’t all bad. Every trip to the bathroom brought a different constellation of teenage boys dressed in pink and white pimp suits, girls tripping out of the stalls in heels, and every kind of booze a sixteen year old can imagine being quickly poured down throats. Following their bathroom jam-sessions, several groups of Slideluckers found themselves on the balloon-festooned dance floor only to get quickly reprimanded by chaperones.
The slideshow was comprised of 22 pieces about bicycling from all corners of the continent, with a heavy bias on the cycling life of New Yorkers. The music selections were as diverse and interesting as the slide shows and short films playing across the grassy lawn and the terrace below.
[A couple bricks were also thrown over the 15-foot tall wrought-iron fence at our fantastic volunteers when they refused to pass cold Brooklyn Brewery beers through the bars to the tossers - but that's neither here nor there.]
The slideshows ended and people giddily flooded the Rotobooth and tandem photo booth. Helmets were strapped on for long journeys back to the outer reaches of Brooklyn. Cycle-groups gathered their teams to make the short journey to the afterparty at the Ding Dong Lounge for some dissonant French rock ‘n roll.
Apparently the tandem bike, which was now on it’s third set of riders, didn’t make it back across the Williamsburg Bridge until almost 4 in the morning. But that is unconfirmed. More likely, the vintage beauty pulled off Broadway in the Theater District and continues to enjoy the limelight there.
It was the first 80 degree day in Cleveland, Ohio and I was cruising through Gordon Square with a trunk full of beer from Brooklyn Brewery. We rolled through the west side arts district in Cleveland and it was abuzz with activity. Excited, we arrived at 78th Street Studios ready to see what all this hype was about. One young lady arrived promptly at 6 PM looking for some home cooked food and we welcomed her with open arms and a large, empty plate for her to fill. As more people arrived it became clear that yoga is popular, vegan dishes were aplenty, and everyone favored the delicious Summer Ale. I had to fend people off the social media darling of the evening, the cheesecake-stuffed-chocolate-dipped strawberries, in warrior one as I went back for seconds.
As the sun set, folks gathered around for the slideshow not quite sure what to expect. The exciting mix of local and international artists kept everyone’s attention and was the topic of much discussion at the after party. Local artist David Schwartz took us on a journey down Route 66. Matt Eich showed us an Ohio some of us had never seen before. The quirky slideshow by Liam Tickner was a debate-inducing crowd favorite. The House on Elwell, a piece by Cleveland expats Daryl Matusak & Willi Wilber echoed the Ohio City landscape next door.
The slideshow ended and the chatting moved outside as we headed to local bar XYZ. Cleveland folks are definitely friendly: two young Episcopalians literally tried to carry me out of the bar as to stop me from returning to Brooklyn the next morning. Local Director, Hillary Lyon, valiantly saved me in Warrior 2. Thank goodness her asanas were strong from her yoga teacher training graduation the night before. After all that vegan food, we ate two hamburgers (of the meat variety) and discussed what was making the burger so delicious. Whether is was the bun or the fried pickle, it was the perfect reward for the work everyone had put in to bring SLPS to Cleveland. As we careened back to the east side of Cleveland, I took a full, deep breath in and as I exhaled, I thought, Cleveland rocks!
On a lovely spring night in Manhattan, about 300 people squeezed into the free co-working space, Wix Lounge near Union Square for a lively evening of art, food, drink and music. The occasion was the inaugural edition of Red White & View in New York City. After a couple years of producing very popular events in Tel Aviv that showcase the works of 5-8 emerging artists with proceeds going to various charities, RWV decided to bring the love to NYC.
The excitement at Wix was palpable right out the the gate and only gained momentum as the hours tumbled by. By the time the clock struck 7, a couple hummus and crostini platters were decimated and Joana Ricou had already sold one of her largest pieces. Though the work tended heavily on representation of the female form, Chris Talbott’s slideshow featuring ten years of pictures of him emerging naked from the woods brought some much needed balance and schlong to the event.
The first RVW managed to raise $3000 for Slideluck Potshow, fostered a great deal of art-appreciation (as well as sales!) and likely got dozens of people laid. I’m pretty sure it won’t be long before the second edition comes along, but in the meantime, maybe we should call it like it is: Red White & Brew.
[Text by Casey Kelbaugh]
[Photos by Chelsea Dejesus, Chelsea Rominski, Cierra Butler, Tara Robertson and Casey Kelbaugh]
One damp Leap Day evening, a few dozen hardy souls braved the freezing rain and converged at the Gershman Hall of the University of the Arts in Center City, Philadelphia for Philly’s the second Slideluck Potshow. The space was majestic, the slideshow diverse, engaging and set a fantastic soundtrack – all masterfully coordinated by SLPS Philly Director, Sam Gulino.
I traveled down by bus from the NYC, and after delicately tucking a Roast Pork Italian sandwich from Tony Luke’s into my belly, picked up my two little nephews from school. We got home and spent the hour preceding the show preparing the best two Tortilla Españolas ever created by a 4- and 7-year old. That being said, neither those, nor my brother’s Lentil and Walnut salad, were any match for a bunch of hungry art students.
Because of University regulations and the high concentration of minors, we decided to make the event itself “dry”, but that didn’t stop photographer Robin Odland – who’s documentation of Occupy Philadelphia was 7-year old Zach Ryan’s favorite slideshow – from sneaking in a cold bottle of Local 2, which he shared generously in characteristic Occupy form.
Five spirited women from the West Chester Photo Club trekked down to support their comrade Lauren Miller, who made a photo story about another member of the group who spent a liberating day trashing her wedding dress after a recent divorce. To see a complete list of participating artists, click here.
The show was immediately followed by an afterparty at the nearby Perch Pub, sponsored by Brooklyn Brewery. A lively mix of photo students, faculty, and regular Philly civilians gathered around a long table overlooking Broad Street and swapping stories while clinking glasses of Mary’s Maple Porter, E-IPA and Brooklyner Weisse.
It’s good to have a brother in the City of Brotherly Love, but it’s even better to know we have another show coming up on June 16th. Stay tuned, folks!
King of the Hipsters? Check. Director of the Baltimore Museum of Art? Check. Seventeen thousand firecrackers? Check. Chilean Cornbread Casserole? Check. Triple Salted Caramel Cupcakes? Triple Check. A slideshow with thirty five local artists? Check. A beautiful, diverse, engaged and appreciative crowd of 300? Check. A spacious, raw, post-industrial location? Check. A rompin’ stompin’ Delta blues band? Check. An artist making a 20-foot drawing on a piece of plywood with two blowtorches and a flamethrower? Check. An open bar with five kinds of Brooklyn Brewery beers to choose from? Check. A fantastic photo exhibition hanging in the front gallery? Check. A coat drive to support a local homeless services organization? Check. Camera crews? Check. A bonfire? Check. The Slideluck Global Producer shotgunning beers? Check. People with names like Piper, Spoon and Chappy? Check. A team of five representatives from the NYC Slideluck office? Check. Half a dozen people that road-tripped up from DC? Check. An after party with five local rock bands? Check. A late night Korean BBQ feast at a place suggestively named Jung Kok? Check.
Walking up to Austin’s CTC Garden, you’re invited by an atmosphere that is immediately both comforting and stimulating. The music, greenery, lights and laughs have made a cozy bed in this open-air venue. It’s a funky space, succulent-filled with happy colors, and it was the perfect complement to Slideluck Potshow Austin IV.
Austin’s fourth Slideluck oozed a liveliness different from years past. It even lured passersby who were interested enough to join the party. In the end, some 250 people enjoyed the food, sounds, camaraderie, beer and amazing photographic work on Saturday night.
Old friends caught up, new faces met other new faces, and everyone ate. And we ate it all. SLPS-inspired lasagna. Maple-glazed bacon-covered brussels sprouts. Onion and sun-dried tomato tart. Cookies with dotted with mini peanut butter cups. And to wash it all down, we crushed 350 cans of ice-cold Brooklyn Lager.
It was clear from the beginning of the night that the following few hours were going to be kick-ass. Everyone walked in with a smile — not surprising since Austin is made for friendly greetings and compassionate people.