Are there any underground parties left in Bushwick? Sure there are! Crème de la crème of NYC electronic music may be hidden from the all seeing eyes of the Internets but it is thriving! Promoters, DJs and collectives are throwing parties, access to some of which may require patience on the side of a newbie but it is totally worth it

You know that feeling when you really want something and wait for it for a long time, and when the day finally arrives, it feels kinda surreal? Well, that’s how we feel at Bushwick Daily about our book, Bushwick Nightz, because it officially launched TODAY!

The Well (Photos by Bart Koscinski for Bushwick Daily) This week we took a break from tasting beer to get you the scoop behind the new bar that have a huge impact on Bushwick’s beer scene this summer.  Two years ago Josh Richholt and Shay Vishawadi bought large chunks of a massive brick building on […]

Wesley Salazar Contributor Lucia Reed Photographer When the three men walk through the door of Palates, they aren’t quite what I had imagined. My previous association with paintball was scrawny high school kids with a knack for destruction, but these members of the Bushwick-borne, internationally known paintball team called the Reservoir Dogs are burly and, of […]

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Great Scott! This week welcomes a slew of incredible exhibitions reaching across the Bushwick

It may seem like quite a while ago at this point but the world’s best indie festival, South By Southwest, was just a few weeks past, March 12-16, and everyone in the music industry will continue to feel its repercussions all year, especially those from Brooklyn! From the bands that made it big to those that seemed to crash and burn, everyone who attended took away some great musical memories, including Bushwick Daily! We had three writers (Danielle Thompson, Ileana Little, and yours truly) hanging out in Austin, snapping instagrams, taking notes, and absorbing everything we heard

The gallery of The Active Space is large and unusual

Hey there, I’m Dr

Text by Sean Alday

On a block in Chelsea devoid of nearly all advertising, at the west side edge of the world, hangs a lonely sign “Scores”, across from which is a series of large black doors and an ever growing line of sophisticated, middle aged spectators who had all signed up for the earliest time slot on this particular Tuesday evening