Gothamist has got a surpisingly long, but fun, read on an illegal abandoned NYC subway terminal party that coincided with the Summer Solstice.
Read the article here. Take a look some pics below:
This ice cream social is illegal in so many kinds of ways, not the least of which probably has something to do with tresspassing on State property and its relationship to “The War on Terrorism.” And, for that reason it makes me a little giddy.
But, it also got me thinking about commercial yoga culture’s honoring of the Summer Solstice with its annual Yoga in Times Square yogilebrity-a-thon (read: Rodney Yee and Colleen Saidman-Yee). Personally, I find ringing the bell of summer’s height antithetical to cherry-picking yogilebs for the spotlight while interweaving said celebs with Athleta/Gap Inc. fashion shows. A curious set of intentions, no, seeing as the Yoga in Times Square schtick is all about finding calm in chaos, a bedraggled trope that needs to be put down, and happens to replicate the very “chaos” that surrounds it. It’s as if commercial yoga culture’s answer to the shreik of commercialism that supposedly sense-rapes humanity, is to replace it with a soy-milky yogic version of the same thing: celebrity yoga culture that runs on DVD sales and workshop/festival tickets, and “yoga fashion” clothing lines. The ads may be designed in softer color pallets, but the noise is still noise.
I tell you what. Say what you will about hipsters who throw illegal parties in abandoned subway terminals as a form of artyistic expression, but their proposed future is making the apocalypse seem a lot more interesting.