Join the protest of Cooper Square Hotel's "obnoxious, skanky drunken hotspot" -- Monday night! [Curbed]
Mike Albo, once a bitter 1990s East Villager, overcomes nostalgia, breaks out of the past's prison, accepts the new "fashiony" reality, and plunks down $189 for a henley. Okay. I am not altogether anti-shopping and I get the lure of "nice, soft-draping" things -- but a henley? [NY Times]
A friend and former roommate from my early-90s days just reminded me that an unknown neighbor used to go up and down the streets around Avenue B topping piles of dog poo with rainbow sprinkles. Maybe that's when the "fashiony phase" of the EV really began.
30 Great Jones is coming down. This is one of those photos that sums up what is happening to our city, piece by piece: The old, made from warm, ornamented stone, comes down as the flat, cold, glass of the new looms behind. [Curbed]
New York is going sin-free? Get ready to say goodbye to the town's OTBs. Here's hoping some gifted photographer will go out and capture the men and women who frequent these gambling parlors before they are all gone. [AMNY]
Photographer of the vanishing city Harvey Wang has his first feature film, The Last New Yorker, premiering tomorrow night. Check out the trailer here.
3 comments:
I used to ask denizens of the OTB off Kings Highway to place bets for me, as I was horse-racing mad. My plaid high-school uniform certainly would've given me away as underage. Right next door to the OTB was a cafeteria that catered mostly to cabbies, who were then mostly Jewish.
Bloomberg continues to drain from New York what little of New York is left.
I would venture to guess that 8 out of 10 people would prefer to live in a city made up of buildings of warm ornamented stone rather than glass and steel. But current architectural dogma precludes it. I wish there was more discussion on this point - one rarely sees any.
dubrow's. that cafeteria was named dubrow's. i don't remember cabbies. i remember cabbies at the bellmore cafeteria.
this month i've lived on st. marks place for 30 years. i moved in when i was 19. i used to mourn, now i say: pave the whole fucking thing over in glass and steel and bus the upper-middle class girlies and boys in. the cannot buy what we had. can't buy it.
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