tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post3685030729635818674..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Meatpacking Before & AfterJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-28337702936947299852015-10-17T18:50:22.657-04:002015-10-17T18:50:22.657-04:00So this is coming pretty late on this post, but ma...So this is coming pretty late on this post, but maybe Jeremiah can help me on this one. In the early 70's there was a meatpacking place called W.G. (something). I do not have the rest of the name. Does anyone know the rest of the name and exactly where is it? The reason I am asking is because it seems to be the meatpacking place they used in the horror movie The Headless Eyes. Thanks!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09911494242145517334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-52623351422709691082014-07-14T10:43:16.304-04:002014-07-14T10:43:16.304-04:00The huge building is 111 Eighth Ave. and it is in...The huge building is 111 Eighth Ave. and it is indded enormous: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/111_Eighth_AvenueHandycamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16465290534211032582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-60871826892837762762014-02-25T10:49:07.087-05:002014-02-25T10:49:07.087-05:00What is the enormous building in the third and fou...What is the enormous building in the third and fourth photos on the post?Todd and Christiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05132004294403763440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-19109096305052238732013-09-10T23:35:10.534-04:002013-09-10T23:35:10.534-04:00I frequented the clubs back in the 80s. Walked thr...I frequented the clubs back in the 80s. Walked thru area last year and it was disturbing. I couldn't afford Florent back then but saw the change coming. I will say that I worked at the old McGraw Hill bldg on 42nd Street in the 80s and 42nd has changed much more drastically. I remember there not being any big box stores on Manhattan and few national chain stores. Manhattan is a big upscale mall now. Disney, Armani, Barneys, Bed Bath and Beyond oh myJackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12797653215284432664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-3381625914302746382013-09-07T17:58:30.509-04:002013-09-07T17:58:30.509-04:00here is also a very nice interview/article with br...here is also a very nice interview/article with brian rose's view on NY:<br />http://betterymagazine.com/people/interviewing-brian-rose-and-renee-schoonbeek/<br /><br />it is sofascinating to see how quickly one location can change and develope. . .<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18328097043130358506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-21038641035469494542013-09-06T14:08:08.026-04:002013-09-06T14:08:08.026-04:00Back in the day I walked through the MPD on my com...Back in the day I walked through the MPD on my commute from my job at S.I.R 25. I was back in town last year and didn't even realize I was on the same street. Weird. RealReldnewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12830069422439888019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-17252882493013812642013-09-03T19:19:59.960-04:002013-09-03T19:19:59.960-04:00I can't whine for the transformation of the Me...I can't whine for the transformation of the Meat Market. It's astonishing how many of these references are reaching back 20-25 years and talking about the Olden Days. I first knew the area in the early 70s, when I was a kid and knew Shelley Graham (Georgina Spelvin) and her partner, who lived with a couple of friends in an old pickle factory or warehouse on Little West 12th Street. It was a very barren, lonely area, rather like Tribeca a few years later or SoHo a few years earlier. Bums and winos drifting in from noplace in particular, the West Side Highway walling you off from good river views, at least till a big chunk of it fell down here (December 73) and they closed down the WSH south of 34th. It was one of the many spots in Manhattan than had done nothing but decay since before the Civil War. Before knocking the Mineshaft and other dens of sin that sprang up a few years later, you should bear in mind that these fisting oubliettes actually upgraded the environs and helped make them commercially viable. But there's no room in my heart whatsoever for people who want to romanticize what was a post-industrial slum.margotdarbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14052137458431035643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-45655071938814409252013-08-30T15:28:47.075-04:002013-08-30T15:28:47.075-04:00Pat, the Eagle Tavern became the Village Idiot in ...Pat, the Eagle Tavern became the Village Idiot in the 90s. I worked at an ad agency nearby and we would go there to drink cheap pitchers of beer, shoot pool with the old men regulars, and listen to Willy Nelson and David Allen Coe and the like on the jukebox. Lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-58269137322022675812013-08-28T17:42:04.578-04:002013-08-28T17:42:04.578-04:00In the photo of 14th St. & Hudson that was the...In the photo of 14th St. & Hudson that was the Eagle Tavern on 14th St. with the sign hanging overhead. I used to go there in the 80's to hear Irish traditional music on Friday nights and there was a trad session Monday nights. It had beautiful ship themed decor inside. Then the Eagle closed and the trad music venue moved to another pub. I remember Markt too, because it used to be something else, maybe an apothecary? You went into Markt and there were the original fixtures, all these cabinets with drawers, if I recall correctly. And the floor tile was great, even in the ladies room, I wish now I had photographed the tile. I think the Apple store is there now, everything gutted, horrible.Patnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-73155072375180805822013-08-28T17:25:12.250-04:002013-08-28T17:25:12.250-04:00i liked the florent in 1989. i also like the patis...i liked the florent in 1989. i also like the patis later, as 1998. (good crowd). then one day, maybe in 2008 or 09, i re-visted pastis for lunch. screaming tourists w/shopping bags. i ordered food, it took a long time. the food looked disgusting, maybe it wasnt cooked enough, i dont recall. complained, got attitude, i ran out, the waiter chased me! i ran so fast, i escaped. few areas escpecially downtown, are for "locals". there is also no more "artist" culture. stop complaining its old news! lauranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-31408143272463031342013-08-28T12:38:21.913-04:002013-08-28T12:38:21.913-04:00I cannot recommend enough the superb documentary &...I cannot recommend enough the superb documentary 'Queen of the Meat Packing District' about the birth, life and sad end of florent. It is a fascinating, human and magnetic portrait of the heart of the Meatpacking District and the day the heart stopped beating.Paul Pelkonenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17097823333480876602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-18182914490199251462013-08-28T12:31:54.961-04:002013-08-28T12:31:54.961-04:00Warren, no one cares what you think considering yo...Warren, no one cares what you think considering you live in Morristown, NJ. Isn't there a Jersey blog you can comment in?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-80974736987785733962013-08-28T11:38:07.425-04:002013-08-28T11:38:07.425-04:00I feel physically sick looking at what The Meatpac...I feel physically sick looking at what The Meatpacking District has become. I rarely go to that area any longer. It disgusts me. I want my city back & that is never going to happen. So very sad & truly heartbroken. NYC & all its gritty reality was my love, my comfort zone. Now it looks like being on a bad acid trip while reading Future Shock. <br />Lisa V.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-31366065002883291342013-08-28T10:20:17.106-04:002013-08-28T10:20:17.106-04:00Think I may have mentioned this once before, but o...Think I may have mentioned this once before, but one of my fondest childhood memories is when mom would drag me with her to the meatpacking district every few weeks to stock up. If memory serves, her place of choice was called Old Bohemia Meats, or maybe it was just 'Bohemia Meat Market'; one of the guys in the white uniform would always smile, call my name, and come out with a big plasic bag filled with candies and taffy for me, and I'd spend the rest of the day's errand trip with a huge smile, carefully choosing the 1 piece of candy that I was allowed to have before lunch, and clutching that plastic bag with the vigilance of an armed guard at fort knox. <br /><br />It wasn't until I grew up that I realized the trigger that would make my day on those trips wasn't the candy; it was being called by name and as a little punk kid being made to feel important enough to have a worker in a busy meat packing plant stop what he was doing to make me feel that way. Those meat packing businesses took great pride in what they were doing, provided a vital service, and got real satisfaction when they recognized a repeat customer anxiously awaiting their cuts. And the president himself wouldn't have been treated any differently than my mom and I were. <br /><br />Even as kids we knew what went on over there at night after the last driveway was hosed down; and it just made it all the more intruiging a place. The amazing thing was that there was an unspoken understanding between the daytime and nighttime world, and the 2 worlds coexisted pretty seamlessly.<br /><br />Of these posts, I think the Meatpacking ones really make me feel saddest; the fact that it has turned into bottle service disneyland for attention starved celebrities, unaccomplished children of privilege and popped collars to flaunt their material worth is the ultimte bitter irony, as its plasticness is the complete antithesis to what the daytime AND nighttime Meatpacking worlds were all about.JAZnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-41212742343010621332013-08-28T08:28:28.117-04:002013-08-28T08:28:28.117-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Warren Bobrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17069135151635584373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-9764854442410584992013-08-28T08:27:45.695-04:002013-08-28T08:27:45.695-04:00I had the unfortunate opportunity to dine in the f...I had the unfortunate opportunity to dine in the formerly Florent space. Horrible! Scary! Is this food or just microwaved nonsense on a plate?<br /><br />Selling the building for 8.6M is a steal! They can put up a skyscraper over the top! <br /><br />The food? BLECHHHHHH!!!!! Warren Bobrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17069135151635584373noreply@blogger.com