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The Brooklyn Art Book Fair has a more playful air about it than many other New York book fairs. Perhaps that’s because it’s only in its second year, or maybe it has something to do with its location, McCarren Park’s Play Center, and that it’s held on the brink of summer. Taking place Friday and Saturday (May 25 and 26), the Brooklyn Art Book Fair also makes a point of distinguishing itself “by providing tables and space to all of its exhibitors free of cost.”
The event is organized by the publishing and curatorial initiative Endless Editions, and, true to its mission, it has invited several under-recognized and under-the-radar publishers and organizations. These include the digital platform Reading Zimbambwe, which aims “to demystify ways of thinking about the democratic rhetoric of independent Zimbabwe,” and Disclaimer Gallery, “run by low income people to showcase low income people.”
Look out as well for some lively programming that departs from your usual readings and discussions. On Saturday late afternoon, for instance, the Brooklyn-based artist Stormy Budwig will puzzlingly and intriguingly present a “dance about no dancing because we love dancing.”
When: Friday, May 25, 6–9pm; Saturday, May 26, 12–6pm
Where: McCarren Park Pool (776 Lorimer Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn)
More info at the Brooklyn Art Book Fair.
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