Brokeassstuart.com proudly presents the Broke Ass Artists series where we give our readers an insight to the struggle of some up and coming talent in music. I first met Rivky Gee while she was a contestant of Stonewall Sensations at the legendary Stonewall Inn in the West Village.
Yes, broke asses, your childhood is becoming more and more of a distant memory. A new television season is in full swing. It is fall season right now, and as we celebrate new and returning shows, like Gotham—and all of its intimidating posters splattered across all of Manhattan—Friends became 20 years old.
What’s love on this day? It’s just another excuse to get drunk and have fun! Stimulate’s Annual Valentine’s Blood Massacre VI Wanna get a little hardcore this year? Stimulate offers a little something for the mind, the body, and the dance floor. Expect to catch bloody cupids, fallen angels and
Start off the first weekend of 2014 with these off-the-wall events!!! 15th Annual Mr. Lower East Side Beauty Pageant at the Cake Shop For the last 15 years the self-proclaimed Bob Barker of the Lower East Side, Rev Jen Miller, has hosted the Mr. Lower East Side Beauty Pageant. It’s
There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea
A brand new collection of Broke-Ass Stuart's writing made up of some of his most famous pieces and new things never before published.
Look around you– art is everywhere. It’s mounted gloriously on the white walls of the museum, in gorgeous sculpture gardens, and displayed on the refrigerators of doting parents. And sometimes, great art is found in the crapper. At least if you’re the legendary artist Keith Haring, who painted an awe-inducing,
There’s something about pastries that make me happy. Okay, I’ll admit it I’m a fat-ass and I tend to overindulge on desserts. There, I said it. My belly cannot tell a lie. If someone says there’s cake in the vicinity, my eyes open up and I tend to rummage through