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What’s Happening Wednesday?

+ Music at the Bridge - John Zorn, the Theremin Society and Jonathan Kane play a free night of music in DUMBO, curated by Issue Project Room, the experimental art space in Gowanus (6 PM at the Tobacco Warehouse, 26 New Dock St, Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park, Brooklyn)

+ One Week Only!– White Columns hosts this group show of artist Lanya Snyder, Beny Wagner, Clara Jo and Emma Spertus, all of whom decked out a part of the gallery with their work. As the name suggests, the show’s run is brief. It comes down August 2nd. (6 to 8 PM at White Columns, 320 W. 13th St., Manhattan)

+ Darlings, Rifle Recoil and Netherfriends play Glasslands Gallery tonight. (9 PM at Glasslands Gallery, 296 Kent Ave, Brooklyn)

+ Eric Elms for Nike - Artist Eric Elms opens an installation the Nike iD Lab. (6 to 9 PM at Nike iD Lab, 255 Elizabeth Street, Manhattan)

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Artwork by Eric Elms.

This evening, Brooklyn artist and designer Eric Elms will present an installation he created for Nike Sportswear. It’s not really clear what Elms has in store, though his recent solo show at Paris’ Colette could possibly hint at it. We’re just hoping that since the installation opens at the Nike iD Lab from 6 to 9 PM (255 Elizabeth Street, Manhattan), they’ll be giving away custom sneakers instead of cups of cheap wine. We can dream.

Alex Goldberg, 14 Year Old Hustler

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Here is the story of Alex Goldberg, the “Mayor of Nolita” according to his sister. He’s 14 years old and has already held jobs at Supreme and NikeID (take that child labor laws!). He helps out at Peasant, Papabubble and DiPalo’s. He’s got free clothes, celebrity friends and courtside tickets for the Knicks. He also drinks decaf cappuccino. Here’s to growing up fast.

Next up: Jamie Foxx. The actor was near the bar, giving a woman a massage, and saw the crowd now gathered around Alex. Foxx offered to buy him a drink. What do you want, little boy? “A pina colada,” Alex said. The crowd laughed, and he got one, virgin.

Alex’s adventure ended hours later, at Nobu, where the pool crowd had migrated to feast on junket sushi. He had been chatting up Venus and Serena Williams at a nearby table, and mugging for cameras with a cigar hanging from his lips while eating a bowl of ice cream. Then the faces at his table went blank. Alex looked up and saw what they saw. His mother.

The Extreme New York Childhood of Alex Goldberg [NY Mag]

Photo by Danielle Levitt for NY Magazine