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Last week when I found myself in Times Square late in the evening hours, there was a man in a perfectly pressed suit, sitting in chair before the TKTS booth staring intently into space. There was a girl in glittery underwear and bunny ears hopping around a construction area for tips. There was the g
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As the temperatures in New York rise into the summer heights, there is a place in Times Square that's always frozen. The Aspen Social Club on 47th Street with its tree trunks sprouting in the walls, decorative deer antlers, and icy-toned space where a waterfall replicates a Rocky Mountain slope acts
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If you couldn't make it to the Thursday, May 9 After Hours event featuring performer Nomi Ruiz then do not fear, we have a video that will give you a taste of what you may have missed.
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As the Cat Stevens–loving Maude declared to a morose Harold in the 1971 film Harold and Maude, "If you want to sing out, sing out!" But for those of us who are too self-conscious or cursed by shrill tones and off-key octaves, having such belting confidence is hard. For such introverts, Ranjit Bhatna
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Last Wednesday night, the inaugural edition of the After Hours series kicked off at the Room Mate Grace Hotel lounge in New York's Times Square with a haunting installation by artist Marco Brambilla and an ethereal performance by Cammisa Buerhaus. Co-organized by Times Square Arts and Clocktower Gal
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After Hours is a new joint venture of Times Square Arts and the Clocktower Gallery, and it's aiming to bring creatives back to the hub of Times Square. Each month, After Hours will invite leading artists, musicians and performers to a very New York venue to expand the minds of visitors. Hyperallergi
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While I often feel that galleries and museums have overzealous security guards, I was not completely prepared for entering the Clocktower Gallery in Lower Manhattan, located on what feels like the forgotten 13th floor of one the city’s courthouses.
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Moving through Caroline Cox’s immersive installations at the Clocktower, the venerable exhibition space on the 13th floor of a city-owned building in Lower Manhattan, is like peeling free from gravity. Although you don’t literally leave the ground, the sculptures’ pulsing aureoles do their best to c
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In 2011, the American Dream has deteriorated to looking like an empty office space with abandoned cubicles, lone water fountains and abandoned family photographs of the past employees. On two floors of the midtown Manhattan Lipstick Building, and only an elevator ride away from Bernie Madoff's old o