Vice Magazine

This week, England's Independent gave over the cover of its weekend magazine to an article about the U.K. edition of Brooklyn's Vice magazine. (We learned of the story from the magazine's blog, which helpfully points out how trite the headline attached to the story is.)

Here's how U.K. editor Andy Capper describes the magazine to writer Charlotte Philby:

'I guess we're like The Economist meets Rolling Stone, back in the day...' and soon trails off. 'No, that's rubbish,' he sighs. 'That sounds really wanky.'

Come on, Mr. Capper: Some of those old Economists were really cool.

With that in mind, we thought we’d present this modest introduction to the neighborhood. It’s not much, but it will encourage your natural curiosity and soften the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune by directing you to the elements of Williamsburg life that will be the most comfortable to you and that have been developed with you strictly in mind.  read more »

Oh, those irrepressible scamps at Vice. The Brooklyn-based magazine's Web site features a tribute (of sorts) to the recently deceased bluesman Bo Diddley that, from headline to kicker, is one long piss-take.  read more »

On Thursday, Jan. 17, Manhattan photographer Patrick O’Dell sent a message to his friends on MySpace urging them to come to the opening of his first solo exhibit.

“I have a fear this is going to be like my birthday or whenever else I invite everyone I know to something and like 4 people show up...I've already had bad dreams about it,” he wrote.

On the contrary, Mr. O’Dell’s opening Saturday night at Fuse Gallery, which is housed in the back of the cave-like East Village bar Lit, on 2nd Avenue, turned out to be a generously attended affair. A mixed crowd of downtown hipsters and art patrons snaked through the 33-piece photo exhibit, sipping on bottles of Bud and Red Stripe as actor Leo Fitzpatrick, a friend of Mr. O’Dell’s, spun classic ‘80s records.  read more »