CONEY ISLAND SUMMER
8-15-06 POST RATED: Cojo, Coney Island, Wonder Wheel, Freak Show, Burlesque



For those of you who've never been to Manhattan in the Summertime, you can basically tell the temperature by the degree of odor in the air. Picture the sweat and shit of the homeless masses (still wearing their winter clothes), not to mention the human-urine crusted trashbags cooking under the pounding rays on the curb of every street and avenue. The un-airconditioned subways in summer are transformed into baked piss sitsbaths.

If you live in New York and are sick and tired of that familiar nasal scorching classic summer-in-the-city-stench, a trip to Coney Island might be right up your alley.





The trip to Coney is just a subway token away. It's a nice long ride, and for those of you who never wander out of Manhattan, you will be surprised to find that the majority of the trip is outdoors (that's right kids, the train is on an elevated track).

Relax and soak in the scenery of Old New York on the ride, as the buildings along the way haven't been sanatized for the approval of the midwestern tourists on holiday. They still have the 80's old world charm aka Graffitti on every exposed surface.



Once you get to Coney Island, relax on the beach, check out THE FREAK SHOW, or a BURLESQUE SHOW, visit the ORIGINAL NATHAN'S FAMOUS HOTDOG for the best frank and fries you ever had, and for less than a buck you can learn a little Coney Island history at THE CONEY ISLAND MUSEUM.

Before you leave you've got to take a ride on THE WONDER WHEEL. Is there a more famous (or dangerous looking) Ferris wheel in the world? Where else but Coney Island can you actually ride a landmark? It's sort of a Brooklynite right of passage.



Artsucks.com tracks the f_cked-up visual life and mind of COJO ART JUGGERNAUT (MAXIM, ROLLING STONE, VIBE), a 28-year-old artistic zeitgeist trudging the streets of Manhattan (Philly, Vegas, Bklyn, etc...), gnawing on the big rotten apple for all it's worth, and getting drunk on the cider. . .
Celebrity encounters, industry parties, the ins and outs of the art world, paparazzi, models, and deranged homeless people bathing in their own urine. No topic is safe, and the unusual is commonplace. . .
Grab your sketchbook, skirt the velvet rope and take a walk with the beautiful people!