Fiery songbird Florence + the Machine played Central Park Summerstage last night.
Her debut album, “Lungs,” is packed with high-energy jams that show off Florence Welch’s soaring voice.
A 2010 Grammy nominee for Best New Artist, she and her machine are a powerhouse in concert as her strident vocals emerge from a blur of blood-red mane.
Rumsey Playfield in Central Park at 69th St. Information: +1-212-360-2777; http://www.summerstage.org.
It’s the last chance to catch Donald Judd’s sleek anodized boxes at David Zwirner.
Two films will be screened on this closing day: “The Artist’s Studio: Donald Judd,” by Michael Blackwood, runs in a continuous loop from 10:30 a.m. through 12:30 p.m.
“Marfa Voices,” created by Judd’s daughter, Rainer, screens at 1, 3 and 5 p.m. She will be present to show excerpts from the Oral History Project focusing on Judd and the New York art world from the 1960s through the 1980s.
519 W. 19th St. Information: +1-212-727-2070; http://www.davidzwirner.com.
Tap meister Savion Glover brings his “SoLe Sanctuary” to the Joyce, so get ready for explosively virtuosic footwork.
Marshall Davis Jr., who appeared with him in the Tony award-winning “Bring in Da’ Noise Bring in Da’ Funk,” joins him onstage for some great moves.
You also may have seen Glover’s fancy hoofing when he donned a motion capture body suit to become the penguin Mumbles, star of the animated film “Happy Feet.”
There’s no one remotely like him.
At the Joyce Theater, 175 8th Ave. until July 9. Information: +1-212-242-0800; http://www.joyce.org.
Too bad a sentient human didn’t write the libretto for Janacek’s dopey “The Cunning Little Vixen.” But the orchestral music is nicely lush, which is surely why the doomed little fox and her critter friends are scurrying around the podium of Alan Gilbert at the New York Philharmonic.
The eye-pleasing production by Doug Fitch, who did the more adventurous “Le Grand Macabre” last season, features a lot of kids in fanciful bug and creature costumes. The comical chickens are especially nice and provoked appreciative sounds from the packed auditorium.
There was a nice buzz about the place at the opening on Wednesday, when the lights went down and the stage started to take on a mysterious glow. Gilbert and his orchestra played in a field of huge sunflowers. Could they keep it on a permanent basis?
In a sizable cast of rather underwritten roles, soprano Isabel Bayrakdarian was an especially comely Vixen, while Melissa Parks stormed about amusingly as wife of the Forester.
Lincoln Center at 8 p.m. Information: +1-212-875-5656; http://nyphil.org.
There’s Jackie Kennedy, grieving behind a black veil at her husband’s funeral, Robert Kennedy standing close by.
And there’s a dreamy, smiling Marilyn Monroe, her index finger lifting up an eyebrow.
Nixon pokes Gorbachev in the chest, Che Guevara smokes, and dogs appear in all their idiosyncratic glory.
They’re all part of the Elliott Erwitt retrospective at the International Center of Photography. A long-time Magnum photographer, Erwitt captured some of the most memorable and charming images, and you can see more than 100 of them here.
Through Aug. 28 at 1133 Avenue of the Americas. Information: +1-212-857-0000; http://www.icp.org.
In “The Eyes of Babylon,” Jeff Key gives voice to his own violent, honest Iraq war journals.
Though the language can be forced and overwrought at times, Key hits a high-note near the end of this densely packed, 90-minute piece. One entry becomes an explosive bit of slam poetry that shocks the audience, forcefully pulling us into the deepest corners of his dangerous subconscious.
You won’t soon forget it or him.
Through July 3 at 59E59 Theaters, 59 E. 59th St. Information: +1-212-279-4200; www.59e59.org.
(With assistance from Jacob Henkoff and Manuela Hoelterhoff. Zinta Lundborg is an editor for Muse, the arts and leisure section of Bloomberg News. The opinions expressed are her own.)