The so-called No Wave period of artistic expression, which flourished in ’70s and ’80s New York, was one of the last times artistic subcultures truly intermingled. It was a time when starving artists were really starving — not playing at trust-fund stuff — and the city was teeming with rats and drugs. The Bowery was a desolate stretch of passed-out winos and dingy underground clubs, not a place where you could eat a Daniel Boulud burger and shop for John Varvatos. This was after punk but before New Wave glossed it up and commercialized it. So for the ultimate avant-garde-ists who made up the No Wave movement, there was no hope of financial success, and they were free to create some of the weirdest, genre-hopping work around. Musicians made paintings, and photographers sang songs, and vice versa all down the line, with everyone afterpartying together until the wee hours. French director Céline Dahnier’s... More >>>