Office Art: The Fiery Furnaces, Writing On The Walls

My brother Matt and I are not visual artists,” says Eleanor Friedberger, one-half of the brother-sister duo the Fiery Furnaces, while cutting maps into shapes of the various states and countries mentioned on her band’s eighth album, I’m Going Away. “Not at all.” Regardless, the wildly inventive Brooklyn-based indie-rock band is always up for a challenge. When invited to create an art project on BlackBook’s office walls, they came with sketch books in hand, Eleanor in an oversize shirt that could function as a smock if need be.


“It’s not like we’ve made some big sculpture of a turkey, a pornographic color book and then a sound sculpture,” says Matt. “We’re not those sorts of artists. We work in one given genre, and explore the conventions of that. So, we thought, if we were going to do a visual thing, it had to be directly related to our music.” To that end, they set their sights on making “a roadmap” to I’m Going Away, which was recorded throughout New York, from a friend’s basement to Eleanor’s living room in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, bypassing the expense and limitations of the traditional studio experience.


Just as their music is all over the place, with more twists and turns than a high-speed throttle down a country road—thrillingly unexpected speed bumps along the way—their representational wall map offers no direct, point A-to-point B route. Matt channels the mad genius of John Forbes Nash, Jr. today, scrawling notes and numbers that only he can understand. “Eleanor’s thing is illustrative, and mine is strictly, or merely, analogical,” he says. He goes on, trying in vain to explain his three-dimensional representations as they relate to album tracks and the central theme of their single, “The End is Near.”


Eleanor’s work takes inspirational cues from the maps made by one of her favorite artists, Saul Steinberg. “There are a lot of place names in our songs,” she says. “There’s a song called ‘Even in the Rain,’ in which I mention going to Lake Geneva, so we have Wisconsin here. New York has a bunch of references, so I’m going to make a more detailed map for New York. There’s a song called ‘Charmaine Champagne’ that mentions an old West Village bar called Johnny Romero’s.”


Side by side, Matt and Eleanor focus on separate maps, the mystery of how these pieces will interact part of their process. It echoes how they create their songs. Abandoning convention on each album, these sonic rule-breakers have incorporated seemingly disparate inspirations—occult themes, Inuit lyrics and even spoken-word stories from their now-deceased grandmother—letting their muse take them wherever it may. But it’s most definitely controlled chaos. “For me, it’s all very schematic because I’m so disorganized,” says Matt. “I try to over-organize to show Eleanor that I have it all planned out, so really, then I can just do whatever I want.”

Meat Market: Jumpsuits Land on High-Speed Fashion Runways

Jumpsuits have dotted countless designer collections since graduating from garages to glossies more than two decades ago. Recent versions have evoked the printed one-pieces of Mick Jagger and Freddie Mercury, while hearkening back to the velvet ropes of Studio 54 and even hitting upon haute meat-locker garb. The ubiquity of today’s jumpsuit has made it more of a seasonal staple than a runway one-off, with every major house — from H&M to Chanel and YSL — touting their own signature versions, finally giving the onesie its much-deserved 15 minutes. See full gallery.

Jumpsuit by YSL. Bracelet and shoes by Gucci. Model: Lisa Porter @ Muse. Hair/makeup: Christy McCabe @ Defacto using MAC Pro. Shot at Quality Meats, NYC.

The Last of the Outlaws: New York’s Underground Clubs

In the old movies, Cagney or Bogie would show up at an alley door, produce the secret knock and a gorilla in a suit would squint through a peephole, opening the gate to the hottest joint in town. After handing over the password — “Joe sent me,” or, “I’m a friend of the family” — and a palmed sawbuck, admission was granted. Inside, there were swells in swanky tuxes and flappers in sequined gowns dancing to a 20-piece band. These were the covert clubs of my black-and-white TV youth.

In the 1980s, the illegality, desperation and danger of the after-hours scene were drugs in themselves. I ran a joint called The World for some guys who were so unsavory that their lawyer partner seemed honest by comparison. After the filler patrons had all gone to bed, the owners would open the door for special friends and celebrities, who partied until dawn and beyond. In one of the boldest outlaw moves ever, a sledgehammer opened up a common wall to the burnt-out tenement next door. Squatters were rousted, and the space became the new It Club. Five-gallon jugs of vodka were hidden in the ceiling and connected to pipes and faucets, and the brew was served to Madonna, Carolina Herrera and Joan Rivers — to Prince as well as paupers.

A typical Saturday night in the ’8os involved leaving The World at 4am for Save the Robots on Avenue B. It was easier to get lucky here than it was at regular-hours joints — everyone was looking for one last drink, sex or a blow job traded for blow. After Robots, the drug scene extended to Brownies, where getting rolled for your wallet was always a very real possibility. There was Club 82 in the East Village and Stickball, as it later came to be known, where large bikers guzzled impossible amounts of hard liquor while consuming and dealing equally impressive amounts of speed. The place was filled with off-work strippers and hookers with ripped stockings and dripping makeup, amped on the stuff dreams are made of, all looking for 15 minutes of perversion with an improper stranger.

The clock could be pushing noon when a desperate band of zooted revelers would end up in a cheap diner or on the Staten Island Ferry — going home was not an option. There were the California Hot Tubs on 3rd Avenue and 11th Street, where groups of 20 or more would rent a room with a clean, bubbling tub of hot water, get naked and proceed to dirty that water with extreme prejudice. Regular-hours fun had a hard time measuring up.

Chelsea’s Crisco Disco was a gayer offering that spilled into bathhouses later still. There was the rather large AM PM from Vito Bruno (of 2001 Odyssey, the disco made famous in Saturday Night Fever). The Beastie Boys shot from a small punk band to stardom there. The smartest set would attend the late, great Arthur Weinstein’s Jefferson or Continental, which became the center of a scandal involving the Russian mob and dozens of on-the-take cops. Here, Calvin Klein mingled with Grace Jones, Stephen Sprouse and Steve Rubell, tuxedoes and gowns recreational-slumming with the downtown art set. On one particular night, the door to an adjacent van garage was flung open, where the drugged diaspora settled into the backs of panel trucks. Ironically, the underground club they’d left behind became instantly passé.

Bruno started the outlaw parties, but it was the notorious Michael Alig who took them to the extreme. Alig’s idea was to pack venues like Red Zone and Mars on a boring Tuesday night, and then stage mass gatherings of club kids and the moths they attracted in burger joints, on subway platforms or on the steps leading up to the 32nd Street post office. A beatbox would blare, vodka got passed around, and they made enough noise to get raided. A flurry of glittered party monsters would scurry from the cops in all directions and reconvene back at the regular club. Alig was a fabulous success — until he wasn’t.

The same can be said for after-hours clubs. The late-night (but aboveboard) revelries at places like Pacha and Greenhouse emphasize big DJs rather than madcap raging—shady joints get exposed too quickly in this era of blogs and text messaging. One spot, known as Remix, dabbled in late-night affairs off and on for three years, finally retreating to regular hours after an article in a weekly newspaper fueled the fires of an already irate community. The party moved six months ago to a SoHo spot that needed a quick cash infusion (most operators choose to go late when the only other option is to close the doors). But the hottest place for the hipster set is Serpentine, an unstuffy Chelsea venue that caters to a mixed crowd of artists, musicians and models. Located in the hollows of an historic and seedy sex club, the invite-only establishment transformed an empty pool — the ghosts of wet orgies past — into a dancefloor.


Juliette Lewis as Mick Jagger, Bettie Page, Bonnie Parker

If you caught our interview with Juliette Lewis, you saw her incarnate famous rebels like Mick Jagger, Bonnie Parker, Bettie Page, and Coco Chanel. Now feast your peepers on this bonus gallery of behind-the-scenes outtakes of Juliette’s versions of Mick, Bettie, and Bonnie. See full gallery. Photography by Mary Ellen Matthews; styling by Ting Ting Lin.

BlackBook Staff Picks: Dining, Drinking, Shopping, & Staying

Here at BlackBook, we pay a lot of attention to where cool customers go out — bars, clubs, restaurants, shops, hotels, you name it. So why not flip the frame and let you see where we go out? Here’s a periodically updated, exhaustive list of hotspots currently favored by everyone at BlackBook, from the mighty bosses down to the humble interns, from the charming local lounges around the corner to the jet-setting temples of luxe living.

EDITORIAL ● Editorial Director/Editor-in-Chief – Ray Rogers, Café Mogador (NYC) – Hummus, crack-caliber coffee, and outdoor patio for primo people-judging and “novel writing.” ● Creative Director – Jason Daniels, Babettes (East Hampton) – Don’t let the word “organic” turn you off . ● Executive Editor – Chris Mohney, Pegu Club (NYC) – OCD cocktail heaven. Pith helmet and ivory cane optional. ● Senior Editor – Nick Haramis, The Jane Hotel and Ballroom (NYC) – Latest smash from Sean MacPherson and Eric Goode gets all Edwardian on the WVill.

● Editor-at-Large – James Servin, The Raleigh (Miami) – The local equivalent of LA’s Chateau Marmont. ● Staff Writer – Ryan Adams, Republic (NYC) – Minimalist fave and only vaguely communist, which is more fun than the full-bore thing. ● Writer-at-Large – Alison Powell, Wurstküche (LA) – Hey, sausages! Downtown hipsters with a secret inner-manly-man are pleased. ● West Coast Editor – Matt Diehl, Cole’s (LA) – The 100-year-old buffet-style cafeteria comes back as something new (but the French dip stays). ● Nightlife Correspondent – Steve Lewis, La Esquina (NYC) – Day and night, eating, meeting and playing. ● Paris Correspondent – Dana Thomas, Hemingway Bar at the Ritz Hotel (Paris) – Posh sips & historic ambiance at the Ritz. ● Assistant Editors – Ben Barna, Tokyo (Montreal) – Buy one for the buff bartender while you’re at it—he’s a starving actor. Cayte GrieveCafé Asean (NYC) Foster Ethan KamerLa Superior (NYC) – Quite possibly the best little taqueria this side of town. ● Editorial Assistant – Eiseley Tauginas, Alta (NYC) – Alta, as in “high,” as in “haute,” at this sexy Village tapas spot. ● Copy Editor – Michèle Filon, Sripraphai (NYC) ● Editorial Interns – Annie Clinton Moto (NYC) – High-flavor food with dungeon loos. Sure, Moto’s for metros, but it’s hot anyway. Delia Paunescu Schiller’s Liquor Bar (NYC) – McNally’s successful entrée into the LES mess. Desiree Pais, Lit (NYC) – Rock bar du jour for hos and bros of the ain’t we the shit? set. Alexandra Vickers, Colette (Paris) – Art, style, music, sex and water.

ART ● Art Director – Amy Steinhauser, Five Leaves (NYC) – Café posthumously funded by Heath Ledger does justice to the work and hype put into it. ● Photography Assistant – Stephanie Swanicke, Brandy Library (NYC) – Highbrow mixology, let us know when it’s time to dust off the antique bottles on the upper shelf. ● Design/Photo Interns – Angela Chen, Dinosaur BBQ (NYC) – Roadhouse bringing southerners to Northern Manhattan. Krista Quick – Ottobar (Baltimore) – What can we say, this place rocks.Jeremy Jones – Tokyo Bar, (NYC) – Schizo décor and food, but decently done all the same.

FASHION & BEAUTY ● Fashion Director-at-Large – Elizabeth Sulcer, China Grill (NYC) -Heaping plates of Asian fusion amid fashionable environs. ● Market Editor – Bryan Levandowski, Bondi Road (NYC) – Wizards of Aus in NYC, we like your style. ● Fashion Assistant – Wilson Mathews III, Per Se (NYC) – Advanced gastronomy at the Time Warner Center. Thomas Keller pulls out all the stops. ● Fashion Interns – Samantha Shaw, Chez Janou (Paris) – Boisterous southern bistro near the Place des Vosges. Julien Blanc, La Esquina (NYC) – Fairly authentic Mexican and one of the city’s best-known “secret” bars. Laura Watters, Café Habana (NYC) – Scarfing roast pork is so much better when Mary-Kate is watching, longingly. Lindsay Abrams, Sketch: Gallery (London) – Quirky soho hot spot. BlackBook magazine Founder – Evanly Schindler, The Smile (NYC) – Earnest Sewn owners take over abandoned Double Crown space for Med-inspired cafe/boutique.

BLACKBOOK MEDIA CORP ● Chairman – Bob Hoff, Guys & Dolls (LA) – Sophisticated sexy in West Hollywood. 7 nights a week. ● CEO – Ari Horowitz, L’Ecole (NYC) – Get schooled in fine French cuisine at this tasty training center. ● Associate Publisher – Brett Wagner, Café Select (NYC) – SoHo café marries Swiss Alpine to downtown design, garners Next Brunch Place status. ● Director of Finance and Operations – Joe Friedman, Lucky Strike Lanes (NYC) – Scenester bowling from the dudes behind Marquee and Tao. ● Corporate Counsel – Drew Patrick of Drew Patrick Law, Dutch Kills (NYC) – Modern-day antique saloon from New York’s cocktail kings. ● Executive Assistant – Bridgette Bek, Motorino (NYC) – Belgian-bred Mathieu Palombino’s Billyburg pizza joint serves up personal pan-sized genius, one pie at a time.

ADVERTISING ● Senior Account Executive – Dina Matar, Gascogne (NYC) – Southern French cooking without the Southern French ‘tude. ● Account Executive – Brian Kantor, Botanica (NYC) – Dive that must be working some kind of Santeria to keep prices down in this excessive nabe. ● Executive Director, BlackBook Access – Gregg Berger, La Piaggia (Miami) – Keep your feet in the sand and your hand on the rosé glass at this waterfront café francaise. ● Detroit Account Executives – Jeff Hannigan, Blind Tiger Ale House (NYC) – Beer bar institution finds new home, devoted crowd. Kristen von Bernthal, Pure Food and Wine (NYC) – Say goodbye to a future of pacemakers and a gut the shape of China. Raw food is real food. ● Midwest Account Executives – Susan Welter, Perennial (Chicago) – This could easily become Chicago’s summer hotspot for years to come. ● Andrea Forrester, Mirai (Chicago) – Thumpin’ music and bumpin’ elbows don’t deter crowds from gathering for some of the city’s finest sushi. ● Southwest Account Executive – Molly Ballantine, Gjelina (LA) – New Venice, new American hotspot takes on Hollywood posturing and tude. ● Northwest Account Executives – Catherine Hurley, 15 Romolo (San Francisco) – Bourbon & Branch without the passwords and financial types. Shawn O’Meara, Suppenküche (San Francisco) – Fun place, hearty food. Check the diet at the door. Sales Coordinator – Claire Pujol, Fat Baby (NYC) – Dank in a clean way. Do not enter without skinny jeans.

MARKETING ● Marketing Manager – Julie Fabricant, Kingswood (NYC) – Creative Aussie eats. Feel like king of the W. Vill woods. ● Partnerships & Promotions Manager – Andrew Berman, Bozu (NYC) – Sunken Japanese paradise. Delectable sushi, incredible drinks. ● Interns – Rebecca Hill, Chicago Brauhaus (Chicago) – One of the last of Chicago’s great German restaurants with live oompah bands and an Oktoberfest menu year-round. Delna Joshi, Hudson Terrace (NYC) – Rooftop pleaser for drunk summer afternoons. Brianne Murphy, Beauty Bar (NYC) – Kitschy theme bar serving up mani/drink combos under a row of hair dryers. Elizabeth Pirozzi, Pink Elephant (NYC) – Gangsters, models, and house. Where one goes, the others must follow. Monica Dybuncio, Cha Cha Cha (San Francisco) – The Haight’s never-ending Caribbean party where Santerias and sangria rule. Emily Pflug Presidio, Delfina (San Francisco) – Overly moussed males, technophiles, and high-class hipsters collide in this local fine dining favorite. Lea Abeyta, The Annex (NYC) – Grown-up newcomer from Dark Room boys. Tiswas Saturday, Interpol’s Paul B holding down Wednesday. Joanna Rubinstein, Bar Breton (NYC) – Fleur de Sel’s tastes of Brittany now available in brasserie form. Marie Baginski, East Andrews Cafe & Bar (Atlanta) – Label toters run amok at Buckhead restaurant-bar and pack the place on Thursdays and Fridays. Megan Kunecki, Blender Theater at Gramercy (NYC) -New indie rocker hosting artists you put on your iPod for show while you’re really listening to “Since U Been Gone” again. Jay Kassirer, The Smile (NYC) – Earnest Sewn owners take over abandoned Double Crown space for Med-inspired cafe/boutique. Suhee Eom, Momofuku Ssäm Bar (NYC) – Chef-of-the-minute David Chang fancies up Korean burritos and gets avant-garde after 6pm. Jaime Marie, Sueños (NYC) – Sweet dreams of organic tequila and make-your-own-tacos really can come true! Rana Razavi, Sanctuary (Miami) – Swank rooftop bar and the promise of hanky panky in the pool.

DIGITAL ● Director of Development – Daniel Murphy, Yerba Buena (NYC) – Petite hot zone with wide range of Pan-Latino small plates. ● Lead Architect – Matt Hackett, Beast (Brooklyn) – Small plates and top brunch, come get lost in Prospect Heights. Developer – Bastian Kuberek, Motor City Bar (NYC) – Front like you remember how to drive and these 8 Milers might let you hang. ● Developer – Dan Simon, B.B. King Blues Club & Grill (NYC) ● Designer – Matt Strmiska, Manuel’s (Austin) – Immaculate cleanliness, smart design, and Wine Spectator-designated mole don’t come cheap even for the downtown lunch crowd. ● Developer – Sam Withrow, Pacific Standard (NYC) – Mellow, big-hearted Slope pub keepin’ it pacific. ● Quality Assurance Engineer – Sunde Johnson, Stone Park Café (NYC) – White on white, Williams-Sonoma, Maclarens, fish sandwiches, and burgers. ● Mobile Developer – Otto Toth, Centolire (NYC) – Mangia, mangia, and then ride up and down in the funny glass elevator until the hostess kicks you out.

BOARD OF DIRECTORS ● Bob Hoff, Guys & Dolls (LA) – Sophisticated sexy in West Hollywood. 7 nights a week. ● Ari Horowitz, L’Ecole (NYC) – Get schooled in fine French cuisine at this tasty training center. ● Eric Gertler, SoHo House (NYC) – Members-only decadent den where you may find scruffy English rockers or snaggle-toothed English bankers. Guess which is more likely. ● Joe Landry, Local (LA) – Anything goes, as long as it’s not beef. ● Irwin Lieber, Fishtail by David Burke (NYC) – Fresh seafood in the UES by celeb chef David Burke. ● Dan Pelson, Marea (NYC) – Hopes for a high tide abound at Michael White’s temple to Italian seafood. ● Barry Rubenstein, Shun Lee Café (NYC) – Haute Chinese and dim sum on a glossy, ’80s-fabulous set. ● Jack Sullivan, Blue Ribbon (NYC) – Bromberg bros brasserie takes care of Soho’s after-midnight crowd.
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Track List: Inglorious Basterd Eli Roth’s Smackdown Soundtrack

In Quentin Tarantino’s latest WWII rampage, Inglourious Basterds, Eli Roth kicks some major Nazi ass alongside Brad Pitt. Here, the Splat Pack sergeant and Hostel director exercises killer taste by revealing the soundtrack to his Third Reich smackdown.

In my big scene, I beat a Nazi soldier to death. I wanted the audience to feel the pain and anger of every Jew that was killed in the Holocaust. I had to look like an animal filled with pure rage and violence. So, we’re out at this 200-year-old fort in the middle of the woods in Berlin, and I’m in this disgusting, dirty room in the back. A pull-up bar is set up for me, along with a makeshift punching bag and a bench so that I can do triceps dips and lift weights. I’m back there, in this cave, for four days, waiting to come out. By the time Quentin is ready to shoot my scene, I’m sweating, heaving and ready to kill.

Paper Planes,” by M.I.A. Jesse Novak, the brother of B.J. Novak, one of the actors in Inglourious Basterds, plays the guitar on this song. We’d blare it during van rides to the fort, while B.J. screamed, “That’s my brother, that’s my brother!” For whatever reason, this became the song of the shoot, with everybody bouncing along to it, thinking about killing people.

AC/DC’s “It’s a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock ’n’ Roll).” It’s all about the climb and working your ass off to get to the top. And there I am, in this cave, thinking, I’m 36 and I’ve worked so hard to get here and this is my moment. Iron Maiden’s “Drifter.” Pretty much every Maiden song is about going into battle. But this one, in particular, is about killing.

Bullet,” by Misfits. This song is so intense. It’s about JFK getting shot and brains splattering. I’m psychotic at this point, worked into a lather to pound this guy. Keep in mind—Quentin made me wait for four days in this state.

Hannah Montana’s “Nobody’s Perfect.” Before I left home to shoot this movie, my girlfriend loaded songs onto my iPod. She put Hannah Montana on there as a joke. I’m bouncing around to it—it’s got a good beat—when I think, What if Brad Pitt comes back here and catches me listening to Hannah Montana? It’s near the beginning of shooting and I want him to think that I’m cool and I’m worried that he’d tell Quentin, and Quentin would be like, “You’re supposed to be killing guys and you’re listening to Hannah Montana—what’s wrong with you?” And then Brad would be like, “Jesus Christ, my kids don’t even listen to that crap!” I’d be ruined! Then I realize, Jesus, this stuff makes so much money—what if I was Hannah Montana? But this is fucking nuts! I’m supposed to be thinking about the Holocaust and killing Nazis, and instead, I’m imagining what it would be like to be a secret pop star. This is when Quentin comes in screaming, “Now!” And I come out and crush that guy: killing. And killing. And killing.

“Deny Everything,” by Circle Jerks. The scene is over and Quentin says, “Okay, good—we’re going to do it once more.” But where the hell am I going to find that energy again? That’s when I put on the Circle Jerks. This song is like the musical equivalent of that scene in Pulp Fiction, when Uma gets an adrenaline shot to the heart.

Crazy Frog’s “We Like To Party.” Now we’ve got to film the other guys who have been cheering me on, while I’m beating this guy to death. So I put on this song by DJ Crazy Frog—it’s always played between innings at Dodgers games. Anyway, I put it on for the cheering scene, and instead of killing the guy off-camera, which is what I’m supposed to be doing, I start having sex with a dummy. I was wondering how I was going to entertain everyone when it came to me: What if I played DJ Crazy Frog while balls-out skull-fucking a Nazi corpse?

Everything She Wants,” by Wham! Quentin always plays music over the loudspeakers between takes and, at the end of one very long Friday, after filming in a theater with 300 extras dressed like Nazis, the sound guy puts on Wham! Everyone starts dancing. Then I start stripping. I do a full striptease—the full monty—in front of an audience of 300 Nazis.

The Who’s “The Seeker.” I’m now driving back to Berlin, in a van with all of the guys, after a full day spent killing Nazis. It’s the right beat at the right time—really relaxing.

“Grey Clouds,” by Franz Liszt. Right before bed, I put on the Eyes Wide Shut soundtrack. Even though I’m not sophisticated enough for classical music, there is something really dark and ominous about that song, like a storm is coming. It puts me in a creepy mood so, even though the day ended on this light, relaxing note, I fall asleep thinking that something very bad is going to happen.


Eli Roth, behind the wheel of his own Gunmetal Blue ’77 Bronco, Los Angeles Photography by Patrick Fraser, Styling by Jenny Ricker T-Shirt by John Varvatos, Jacket by Hugo Boss, Watch Vintage Steve McQueen Rolex Grooming by Cheri Keating @ The Wall Group.

Editor’s Letter: Rebel Yell

Jumpin’ Jack Flash! We certainly had a gas with the ebullient Juliette Lewis, who took on the diverse roles of Bettie Page, Coco Chanel, Bonnie Parker and Mick Jagger for this issue devoted to the act of creative rebellion. Each one of these individuals, in their own way, defied convention in their heyday as much as Lewis herself does. The Oscar-nominated actress made the radical decision at the age of 30 that she could no longer resist the call to rock. She stepped off of “the hamster wheel” in Hollywood a few years back and got down to the business of rock ’n’ roll. Her soulful intensity and raw self-examination come through full-throttle on her new record, Terra Incognita. But thankfully, she’s back on the big screen, too, with four new films due out over the next year (and a brutally candid interview).

The idea of rebellion brought up a lot of thoughtful commentary from the rogue’s gallery of rule-breakers and limit-pushers we spoke to, from the transgressive literary anti-star Dennis Cooper and the rabble-rousing playwright Alex Timbers to hip-hop fireband Rye Rye and an unlikely insurgent, actor Hugh Dancy (see his best Sid Vicious impersonation).

Eleanor Friedberger, singer for the brother-sister rock duo the Fiery Furnaces, wasn’t sold on the idea: “There are no rebels around anymore. Is that why you’re doing an issue on rebels?” Funny question from an artist whose very definition of rebel—“someone who’s really into breaking the rules, trying new things, pushing the limit”—could be a line from a music critic trying to describe her band. Discover their unexpected art project on our office walls.

When it comes to pushing limits, few young actors have gone as far as our cover star, Evan Rachel Wood. Her rebellious acts on celluloid—and off-screen—since her breakthrough as every mother’s worst nightmare in Thirteen have captivated us for some time now. Her surprising turn as a comedic detonator in Woody Allen’s latest movie, Whatever Works, is another indication of her range. Next up? Wood’s out for blood, vamping it up on the new season of HBO’s True Blood. We can’t wait to see where else Wood’s renegade spirit takes her in the future.

The way Juliette Lewis sees it, there are destructive ways to rebel and constructive ways to do so, which now seem more revolutionary to her. “It’s a really radical thing to be present,” she says. “To own your lust, your anger, your joy, your fear… Doing a rock show, for example, in Budapest in front of 20,000 people stone-cold sober is radical.”

Juliette isn’t the only Lewis in this issue with strong opinions on what it means to rebel today. Steve Lewis, BlackBook’s Nightlife Correspondent, documents the rise—and laments the sanitization of—New York’s outlaw club scene. A devout disciple of the night, he recently teamed up with the Nightlife Preservation Community in support of the struggling industry, which directly employs more than 20,000 New Yorkers. For them (and us), the world after dark opens up countless possibilities for the strongest type of rebellion: exercising the freedom to be our own remarkable selves.


iFidelity: iPhone App Reviews

Guides by Bravo: “Bravo-lebrities” inject a little more “real” into their reality TV lives by sharing with fans their go-to places to eat, drink and shop. Top Chef foodies divulge the locations of their favorite meals, Millionaire Matchmaker Patti Stanger points out top-notch places for first-date drinks, while The Real Housewives of New York suggest spots to drop major dough on diamonds. GBB offers an insider’s look into classic haunts and hidden gems in 34 globe-spanning cities, carefully curated by Bravo stars. Want to know where Alex McCord chows down? Look no further. —Cayte Grieve

Epicurious: With more than 25,000 recipes, Epicurious is a must-have for culinary masters on the go. Users are invited to browse recipes by dish type, ingredient, cuisine, dietary consideration and season or occasion, but the biggest perks are the simulated sommeliers and their suggested food and drink pairings. Save recipe favorites, or compile shopping lists from your kitchen picks. Keyword searches require specificity, so don’t skimp on the details—generic terms return thousands of results. And, above all, beware browsing on an empty stomach. —Eiseley Tauginas

Pandora Radio: How did we ever live before Pandora, which opens a limitless box, er, portal to music, both popular and obscure? The application allows users to stream songs from the Music Genome Project by entering the names of artists and their tracks. Pandora then formulates a station, which is, essentially, a never-ending playlist of similar jams. Options include the “thumbs up” or “thumbs down” selection, bookmarked songs and artists, iTunes purchases and instant email feedback. The only downside? When service bars drop, the party stops. —E.T.

Foursquare: Foursquare, from the creators of social texting service Dodgeball, not only lets users inform friends of their whereabouts in more than 20 cities—the application also rewards users for doing so. “Checking in” at a bar, restaurant or shop sends a “shout” to the user’s Foursquare friends (and Twitter followers), alerting everyone to their exact coordinates. Users rack up points for check-ins, earning various badges that signify coolness, and even the title of “mayor” of their most-visited joints. —Chris Mohney

Flight Control: There is a scene from Pushing Tin in which air traffic controllers Billy Bob Thornton and John Cusack battle for Angelina Jolie’s landing strip while trying to ground, during a thunderstorm, a sky filled with jetliners at JFK airport. Flight Control is the videogame version of that chaos. This addictive, multitasking diversion challenges users to strategically drag their finger across the screen in an effort to safely land planes and choppers onto their respective runways. While corralling Major Toms back onto the tarmac, users can listen to their own songs or the default ragtime tunes, which prove to be strangely soothing and dangerously habit-forming. —Will Kangas

KCRW: The platinum standard for what a radio station could and should be—publicly funded, high quality and expertly curated—Los Angeles’ KCRW has been in desperate need of its own radio iPhone application for some time now. Thankfully, it’s here: stream the station live or on-demand, and listen to programs that include Elvis Mitchell’s incredible film interview show, The Treatment, or the best live-session and programmed three hours of music in America, Morning Becomes Eclectic. Don’t miss this five-star feast for the ears. —Foster Kamer

ShakeIt: Simple and fun: with the iPhone camera, take a snapshot that fits into the frame of the iconic, now-defunct Polaroid. And, much like an actual Polaroid, shake the phone to “develop” the picture (even though that never actually did anything). The photos come out a little saturated, a little nostalgic and, for a camera-phone, surprisingly beautiful. —F.K.

Baltimore Itinerary: Rye Rye

Most people know Baltimore by way of HBO’s gritty drama The Wire: a rotting playground for corrupt politicians and bloodthirsty gangsters. But Rye Rye (born Ryeisha Berrain), a laid-back rapper with amphetamine rhymes from the city’s hardscrabble east side projects, has nothing but love for her hometown’s spirited club scene. And even though she’ll drop her debut LP this fall, on M.I.A.’s N.E.E.T. label, the 18-year-old music sensation doesn’t intend to leave town any time soon. “I plan on staying with my family for a while,” she says, “while repping that B-more sound.”

Joe Squared Pizza & Bar 133 West North Avenue My friends who are into the hip-hop scene go here. At night, they play music and different guys just jump back and forth into a circle. But they’re having fun, not competing. It reminds me of So You Think You Can Dance?, with hardcore breakdancing. Oh, and the pizza’s good, too. Usually, you buy a pizza and leave, but here, you sit down and watch a hip-hop dance show.


Sonar 407 East Saratoga Street Whereas Paradox has all the loud ghetto kids, Sonar has more of a hipster scene. It’s a lot of kids sitting around, chilling and drinking, and there are never any fights here. I used to go when I was 17 because I knew a guy who promoted the parties. A lot of people from the underground stopped by to spin techno and electronica, and I’d just pop up randomly—I’d go when Diplo was in town, and everyone would be wilin’ out.


Paradox 1310 Russell Street This is where M.I.A. directed the video for my single “Bang.” There are a lot of dance-offs here, with everybody crowding around in big circles and watching. When I was younger and wasn’t supposed to get into clubs, I used my older sister’s ID. That’s when it was fun, because you knew you weren’t supposed to be there. Nowadays, the youngest kids in there are like 12 or 13.


Broadway Diner 6501 Eastern Avenue If we go out to Sonar or Paradox, most likely we’ll be leaving late, so a whole group of us will go here because it’s the only place still open. I usually order the Buffalo wings with some ranch dressing. It’s never really crowded, so we can laugh and make some noise. It’s all about the people you’re with.


The Sound Garden 1616 Thames Street I didn’t even know there was a record store in Baltimore until one of my friends took me down here and I saw all this stuff I was on, like the Mad Decent EP. A lot of hipsters go here just to hang out. If you’re looking for a record, it’s a cool spot to hit.