Hotel Chelsea lobby desecrated, stripped of its art by new owners. [LWL]
Soho "under siege" by the "cancer" of mallification. [Villager]
Controversial hotelier eyes the (apparently humanless) Rockaways for more hipification: "It's the Lower East Side on the beach. It's like, 'Why are people not living out here?'" [NYM]
The vintage, sleazy Times Square art of Jane Dickson. [VS]
Developers push 5th Avenue luxury north, north, north. [NYM]
The "Crazy Landlord" might be getting his wish. [EVG]
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FYI the domain occupywallst.org has already been added to spam filter lists. Someone is afraid.
what does that mean?
How curious that those happy to pay $50 an hour to play suburbia in a "curated backyard" would most certainly be unwilling to enjoy the same activities for free in a real backyard in their middle-of-nowhere hometowns.
This is not to rain on someone's protest but has anyone asked for Mayor Mike's permission? He wasn't too comfy with anti-Iraq war protests or those attempted at GOP convention. Now ... Wall Street?? He's rich, has rich friends, get it?
Ugh.
The Garage Antique Flea Market Closing
http://stuffnobodycaresabout.com/2011/08/08/garage-flea-antique-market-closing/
Hey Jeremiah... Did you know about the end of famous Film Center Cafe?
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/dailymusto/2011/08/another_famed_r.php
Cheerz,
Todd
Postcards from Hell's Kitchen
thanks Mitch. i followed up on that for today.
That suburban timeshare lawn on Ludlow looks like a great place for aspiring Samanthas, Carries, Charlottes, and Mirandas to have a 'gritty urban experience'. After hanging out in the vacant lot..er.I mean lush urban garden area, Charlotte and the girls have the scare of their lives as, while asking directions to the J train to head to a rooftop organic Brooklyn wine tasting party/artist display on Lorimer St., a 'real life LES streetperson' approaches them asking for a cigarette. Hand to hand contact accidentally occurs as Carrie nervously passes an American Spirit to the great unwashed.
Hilarity ensues upon return to their UES lofts early the next morning, as their friends convince Carrie to get HIV tests after her real life encounter, which later turn to tears as Carrie recalls the great ups and downs of her now tragically cut short life, and flips through her little black book, issuing apologies to all those she may have hurt in the past.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, the rooftop party was simply devine.
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