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Over a year after clients sued him and his gallery was closed, art dealer Lawrence Salander was indicted on 100 counts, including grand larceny, falsifying business records, scheming to defraud, and forgery, related to allegedly running an $88 million scam from his Upper East Side gallery.

The latest Improv Everywhere stunt unfolded recently on the 23rd Street E and C line subway platform: a pop-up art gallery with placards attached to everyday items, magically transforming them into priceless works of art. The trash can, for example, was titled Repository and described as a "clearly ironic reinterpretation" that "plays on the tropes of idealism in opposition to expediency." There was also a bar (stocked with non-alcoholic drinks), a cellist, and even a coat rack. Fancy!

Slice took the photo here and wondered what the story was behind this sign, which is part of a series of alternating signs in the window of a Union Street home in Park slope. Well, our buddy at the NSA owed us a favor, and we tracked down the man behind the cryptic signage.

For the past few weeks, an art gallery has been locked down by judge's order as angry partners and clients claimed that the gallery sold their works without permission and that the gallery's owner reneged on millions of dollars of debts. And yesterday, a judge toured the toured embattled art gallery Salander O'Reilly to examine its conditions as many artworks are still hanging on the walls.

Earlier this year one artist's chocolate sculpture of Jesus Christ wasn't leaving a good taste with many, 41% of you calling it "sacrilege." However, 34% of you wanted one for Easter! Maybe Halloween will do, because it looks like it's been resurrected!

"My Sweet Lord," an anatomically correct milk chocolate sculpture of Jesus Christ that infuriated Catholics before its April unveiling was canceled, returns Oct. 27 to a Chelsea art gallery, its creator said Tuesday. This time, artist Cosimo Cavallaro said he expects the public exhibit to proceed without a problem.

"We don't approve of the piece at all, but it's not something we're going to protest," said Kiera McCaffrey, the league's director of communications. "This is much less an in-your-face assault on Christians, and it's not happening during Holy Week."

THEATER: You’ve got just three more weekends to experience one of the wildest and most entertaining late-night theater extravaganzas to hit New York this century. The Curse of the Mystic Renaldo The defies description – what begins as a fake silent movie (ostensibly unearthed during the construction of 3 Legged Dog’s sleek new theater center) quickly dashes off in countless delirious directions at once: There’s live rock, hilarious vaudevillian slapstick, both high and low art, free popcorn, free regular and light beer, side-splitting ribaldry and, above all, the virtuoso performance of Aldo Perez, the show’s charismatic creator. (Not to take anything away from his equally brilliant co-stars Jenny Lee Mitchell and Richard Ginocchio.) See it now so you’ll have time to catch it again before it closes. - John Del Signore

The Dictators 1978 album Bloodbrothers was shot by Chris Colln in a New York City school yard. The front is shown at right, the back can be seen here.

What better way to get out of the cold than to party in an art gallery? This Saturday there are two—count ’em, two—Brooklyn galleries sticking their tongues out at the weather and celebrating art with live music and festivities. And the best thing is, you don’t have to chose between them because they’re at different times: first, head to Secret Project Robot for the opening reception of Cameron Michel’s “A New Polymorphous Reality,” then make your way to 3rd Ward for The End of Ice. Read on for details involving grog and light-up costumes.

So that's how they spend their bonuses! The Post this morning gives details on the bust last week of a brothel on Greenwich St. that catered to Wall Streeters. Mary Jane Winkler was arrested for running an art gallery that police allege "doubled as a one-stop sex shop for lunch-hour lotharios" after undercover cops were offered sex for money.

Al's Grocery, by Dalton Rooney.

While you’re touring New York’s Beat Generation landmarks, drop by the Grey Art Gallery to find out what the “community of disaffiliates” were doing out in San Francisco. You’ll discover through Semina Culture that they were hanging out with Wallace Berman.

Robert Moses’ legacy may be getting tweaked if organizers of three upcoming exhibitions have their way.

At my window sad and lonely, by Brainware3000.

The owner of an art gallery that works with George DuBose (as a dealer of his photographs) emailed us to clarify the debate that was going on in the comments of this post. That debate being: was the cover of The Ramones Subterranean Jungle a real photo, or the handywork of a retoucher?

Perennial Gothamist favorite Elizabeth Spiers has returned to blogging for the second time with Dealbreaker, a Wall Street finance blog. Expectations are set very high-- after her work at Gawker and Mediabistro, people are expecting a home-run. Jason Calacanis, for one, is bullish: "Anway, if I could buy stock in a person I would buy EZSP..." and Blogebrity has pre-lubricated and suspended all publishing in preparation for the launch: "Years from now, you'll want to be able to tell your kids you were someplace cool when the blog publishing world changed forever."

While we wait impatiently for some real improvement in the temperature, theater companies are heating up the late winter with scores of new productions. A warning, though: maybe it’s just the mood we’ve been in, but everything that most appealed to us this week is pretty dark/serious. For that reason, we’ll start off with Ensemble Studio Theatre’s company of emerging playwrights, youngblood, which is having its annual “Asking For Trouble” series this week. Each playwright (10 of them) drew a cast and director randomly and had a short time to create a nine-minute play with them; the results are at the Kraine this week, and even if some of the plays are dark, as some undoubtedly will be, it will at least be uplifting to see new playwrights having their work produced.

Holy shit-- we knew the Eyebeam kids were doing some insane graffiti research, but this video is just nuts. Apparently they've found a way to make "LED throwies", little balls of LEDs that can be thrown and stuck to walls. In the video, you see them making the devices, and then throwing a hundred or more at the walls of the art gallery on the corner of 23rd and 10th Avenue. Nutty stuff-- more info as it becomes available.

Welcome to 2006! What's coming up in events around the city...sex, drugs, and rock & roll. And also some art and design (all downtown, of course). Some things never change, even with the passing of a year.

This kind of weather makes us want to do one thing, and one thing only: walk through the snow filled streets with a hot chocolate in one hand and John Cusack in the other. Mmm...serendipitous. Reality, however, will leave us with wet jean cuffs as we trudge through dirty (and oft yellow) snow. But at least we'll be on the way to something fun. Here are some suggestions to get you out of the house this weekend:

-Screening of Bomb the System and music videos from Culturama, Mockumentaries from Prince Paul

Kayrock & Wolfy,
Kayrock Screenprinting

Greg Rivera & Mike Essl, T Freaks

- Lauren

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The police are conducting a manhunt for the two suspects: One is described as a Hispanic male, 25-30 years old, 5'5'-5'6", 130 pounds, with distinctive tattoos (a "cross embedded in a diamond-shaped pattern" on the right chest and the other of an animal near the groin); the other suspect, also a Hispanic male, is described as 23-26 years old, 5'7"-5'8", possibly wearing a do-rag. Details about the location of the attack and art gallery are being withheld.

As 601am reported, Prince William wants to live in NY after university, perhaps working at an art gallery or auction house. The British newspaper the story comes from claims that it's because the Prince thinks New York will give him anonymity. Gothamist snorts and imagines gossip columnists getting ready to link him to various socialite girls and models.