Bret Reilly was back at APT on Greene Street in Soho to let loose his latest series of sculptures called Swing. He takes the whimsical accent of his plaster of paris figures further this time, accessorizing them with sneakers, golf clubs, and…swings, of course. Bret, who’s a painter, musician, and father-to-be, started showing his pieces in Brooklyn and Manhattan about five years ago. APT, a retail space that sells modern furniture, has become an ideal match for the sculptures who look right at home. The exhibition is on view till September 28.
Victory Boulevard, a major roadway which begins on the west coast of Staten Island in Travis runs way-north to the borough’s Tompkinsville section. It’s a street that emerges from a rural Mayberry-like neighborhood, widens as it cuts through the mid-section of the Island’s major strip malls, then narrows again into the bucolic residential area of the north shore and Silver Lake Park. Late-night drivers, often leaving the locals bars, sometimes act up. Once a stretch of parkland is in site, they have a license to chuck bottles, yell, and turn the quarter mile into a speedway. Occasionally, they take it further. Around twenty cars were shot up with pellet guns, the windows shattered and knocked out. It’s the most widespread incident of its kind I’ve seen here. ABC and Fox News covered it for the 11pm edition.
Police take a report from a resident at 610 Victory Boulevard.
A car whose windows were broken remains parked on Victory Boulevard across from Silver Lake Park.
ABC News interviews Emily Gear, a resident at 610 Victory Boulevard.
Fourth of July weekend and out of the metropolitan area for a few days to chill at Arrow Lake, nestled somewhere in god’s country, Poconos, USA. The human activities—hiking, cooking, eating, hanging—were overshadowed by our canine companions, our kiddies for the weekend. The four pedigrees were unlikely play-partners for each other. The youngest, Torri, a blue Corgi, six months old, was ready and willing despite her lack of leg height compared to Apollo and Lola, Teresa’s two Border Collies. The tiny one of the quartet was Buffy, a Yorkshire Terrier, with a yapping bravado crazy enough to instigate trouble with the quiet Lola. The dogs took to their new country house like a fresh litter box. Each one at some point made a territorial claim of either the first or second numeral.
Lola was particularly unique. When the TV or radio was on, she would sit just to the side of it with a play-toy waiting intently, head tilting. She was listening for clapping or applause. And then, like a rabid beast, she would attack the toy and shake it violently side to side. Strange, yes. The Border Collies need work. They can become obsessive about the need to do something, whether it’s to catch a frisbee, ball, or herd sheep.
Apollo waits by the edge of the lake for a frisbee toss.
Torri the Corgi grapples with a frisbee while Lola looks for some other action.
