The message is clear. On the new Lower East Side, if you've got the money to afford it, you're encouraged to behave as a complete and utter narcissist:
Ode to Joy: Tipster Cole wrote in to say he was watching The View when "Joy Behar was complaining about the proliferation of bank branches throughout the city, how they were running out the small businesses, the services, the mom & pops. This is the first time I've seen this recognition, let alone an attendant tirade, on television."
Tipster Sally writes to say that last night's rally against Cooper Square Hotel part 2 attracted about 50 people and spawned a fabulous new chant, "Go vomit on your own front door!" She adds that CB3 "imposed a lot of restrictions that they don't usually do, because of the particular and deliberately greedy design... They were saying things like no parties in that penthouse." The hoteliers did not go for that.
The Playpen has gone topless, just like the many gyrating girls who used to grace her now-demolished peep booths:
Another brainwashed Starbucks supplicant begs the global giant to come to the Bronx and the giant grants his wish. The Corcoran people think Starbucks adds "a certain chicness." Chic? Have you ever been inside a Starbucks? They're filthy and filled with screaming idiots. Why do people choose to overlook this? And, finally, I must quote this atrocity: "Starbucks opens an average of six stores per day around the world, and plans to eventually double its number of U.S. locations to 20,000. By comparison, McDonald's has 13,000 U.S. restaurants." Just picture that. [NYDN] [Racked]
Support Mosaic Man Jim Power and the preservation of his East Village Art. [NY Times]
Shoeshine man gets the boot in Brooklyn, says, "I'm the small guy and they just pushed me out...I lost everything." [NYDN]
Was this ad dreamed up by the same writers of the abovementioned billboard? Funny how the message is always the same: New York is yours to possess and suck the lifeblood from: