tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post5343600515914387606..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Life in the TriangleJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-88613052488438586642015-08-20T08:11:24.599-04:002015-08-20T08:11:24.599-04:00I used to work at Mines Press on little West 13st....I used to work at Mines Press on little West 13st. The Trucks filled up on chickens on the ground floor. For Thanks giving we all got free turkeys. <br />Thanks for the memories.ArtManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11717544408754473030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-13626912289991276682015-01-17T18:17:20.428-05:002015-01-17T18:17:20.428-05:00I WAS ONE OF THE TRANS WOMEN WOORKING IN THE ME...I WAS ONE OF THE TRANS WOMEN WOORKING IN THE MEATPACKING DISTRICT AND I ALSO COULDENT HELP RECOGNIZING MY FRIEND EVELYN IN THE PICTURE BY Katsu Naito SHES ALIVE AND WELL AND OFF DRUGS IN FLORIDA MY EMAIL IS ELIESE518C@GMAIL.COMEwa aulinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12386106497463994441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-37557524638194238542014-10-28T02:59:11.885-04:002014-10-28T02:59:11.885-04:00love this place!....
Ivy is great!love this place!....<br />Ivy is great!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-69223345722115436922014-04-04T15:29:02.545-04:002014-04-04T15:29:02.545-04:00Awesome, I loved the 70's and 80's in NY. ...Awesome, I loved the 70's and 80's in NY. These stories bring me back to a time of creativity and struggle. Thankyou for reminding me of how much I loved Manhattan back then!Debra Ordwayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03545744690198172515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-64590185401868478052013-09-04T01:43:29.148-04:002013-09-04T01:43:29.148-04:00I lived in New York from 2001 to 2008. Having jus...I lived in New York from 2001 to 2008. Having just returned a couple of months ago after a 5 year absence, I'm staggered how a city could change so much. Homogenized, generic, too safe. Is it societal change or local politics that has ripped the heart ( and crotch!) out of this city. Dozens of quirky little places ( and the big night clubs ) are gone. High rents and government regulations must play a role in killing the spirit of businesses. Bring back the spirit and enthusiasm to encourage the 'Jays Hangout' types of places. Its what made this city in the first place. Shock, laughter, surprise, intrigue. Try finding that in the next Duane Reade they open on your block. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-59652597495523419132012-08-31T18:44:53.201-04:002012-08-31T18:44:53.201-04:00Yvonne, if you'd ever like to share some of yo...Yvonne, if you'd ever like to share some of your stories of that time and place with us, please write me at jeremoss@yahoo.com. Jeremiah Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-11099502385853655482012-08-31T18:41:55.965-04:002012-08-31T18:41:55.965-04:00Thanks for replying back to me, I am not really an...Thanks for replying back to me, I am not really an anon tgirl,, my name is Yvonne, I just don't know how to work things. I wish things were still the same, I think most of my friends are dead. I just wish for one more week, or just one weekend together, as it was back then. I did things, not too proud of but one had to survive. Jobs were not there for me back then. But still, it was fun times. Thanks for your work on these blogs and stories, I get a good feeling reading all the stories of past NYC.Yvonne Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-68521297231225072452012-08-30T21:21:34.144-04:002012-08-30T21:21:34.144-04:00Anon tgirl, glad you found this interview and got ...Anon tgirl, glad you found this interview and got to relive some memories. i wish the Meatpacking District was still for you and your friends.Jeremiah Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-37414611532873851552012-08-30T20:39:12.246-04:002012-08-30T20:39:12.246-04:00Very interesting read. I am a tgirl and sometimes ...Very interesting read. I am a tgirl and sometimes went to to the meat pack area from my place on Ave A in the 80's. Frequented the Vault, ate bagels from the bagel store, even shopped at Lee's, I kinda knew people who worked at Lee's. Thanks for writing your story, it brought back dear memories for me, friends long lost, dreams unattained, I miss those days, but memories are precious unfortunately,,my memory is fading, thanks again for bringing memories back to me.. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-31980077269657370832012-08-30T03:31:01.284-04:002012-08-30T03:31:01.284-04:00Darling Ivy, the most stylish, kindest and interes...Darling Ivy, the most stylish, kindest and interesting people I ever knew.... I remember when you moved into that building and I can't believe you are still there! <br /><br />I will always remember you nurturing me back to a sound state of mildness, when I arrived at a soiree you were having - after trekking through minus 35 degree wind chill forces, back in the mid 80's! <br /><br />How are you girl - still looking fabulous! Much love from Emma in Ausrtalia xxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13466112473178811148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-4951494355126997542012-03-31T19:54:54.211-04:002012-03-31T19:54:54.211-04:00I recall watching a fashion shoot in '88 from ...I recall watching a fashion shoot in '88 from Ivy's windows. Turlington, Campbell, Seymour, Patiz as rather young supermodels. <br /><br />Double the amount of trannies were showing them how to pose & shasay. Not Paris, but the Meat Packing district was Burning...Joachimhttp://www.bluehorsekona.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-72563348405609065182011-09-16T22:22:11.569-04:002011-09-16T22:22:11.569-04:00Phenomenal post! Thank you IVY for sharing your st...Phenomenal post! Thank you IVY for sharing your story/history with us, and I hope you write a book because you are one of those wonderful people who has the history of an entire neighborhood in your head.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-58238291366895283312011-09-16T16:34:31.015-04:002011-09-16T16:34:31.015-04:00thanks John and Curmudgeon for the extra details. ...thanks John and Curmudgeon for the extra details. i wish there were photos of that place and time--really tough to find them.Jeremiah Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-4715751149232948972011-09-16T15:46:26.332-04:002011-09-16T15:46:26.332-04:00good on yu , ivy .............bohemia in a classis...good on yu , ivy .............bohemia in a classist nyc.....................such a sad state for urban centres that only the fucking rich can enjoy themAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-41989793855156696602011-09-16T15:21:42.566-04:002011-09-16T15:21:42.566-04:00Just happened upon this piece through a link in th...Just happened upon this piece through a link in the New York Times. Kudos to you for this piece and for this blog.<br />P.S. I once met someone who lived in this building and I also went to Jay's Hangout once. I lasted about five seconds. When I walked in, I saw some guy in a bathtub being pissed on. That was enough for me.thegaycurmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14992081621678823018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-49364496288734942812011-09-16T15:13:20.743-04:002011-09-16T15:13:20.743-04:00In the 1950's there was a bar at the sidewalk ...In the 1950's there was a bar at the sidewalk level in that building called Johnny Romero's. In those days interracial couples were at serious risk from random thugs but also from cops, who affected to believe they could only be a hooker and her pimp and would roust them on that supposition. Romero's paid off the local precinct captain to relax this policy for its patrons, so it became the one place in Manhattan where an interracial couple could go have a drink, hang out, dance to the juke box in safety. Charles Gordone's play "No Place to be Somebody" was set in a thinly disguised version of Romero's.john_burke100https://www.blogger.com/profile/07095645907050540263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-6403992710614242202011-09-16T13:40:11.430-04:002011-09-16T13:40:11.430-04:00I wrote to Ana on Fb: WOW to this blog, your artic...I wrote to Ana on Fb: WOW to this blog, your article, and Bow Wow to Tim Groen's work at the Ivy Brown Gallery. (Is The Triangle near the site of The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire that took so many women's lives?)<br /><br />I am posting on my blog word pond: http://donnafleischer.wordpress.com/ . ~ DonnaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-42441325282532348282011-04-20T01:48:31.774-04:002011-04-20T01:48:31.774-04:00Here is another triabngle story, in about 1990, th...Here is another triabngle story, in about 1990, the Pope of Pot had a weed spot at the Southeast corner of that same building. I would go in there (16 years old) and they would make huge dime-bags on request from a large black garbage bag filled with weed.<br /><br />There was another really good weed spot about 2 blocks from there.<br /><br />All that good stuff is gone now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-9044997380806642802011-04-17T22:55:26.829-04:002011-04-17T22:55:26.829-04:00I used to live on Washington St back in the early ...I used to live on Washington St back in the early 90s & friends were afraid to come so far west at night. I romped all over that neighborhood in my platforms leaving Jackie 60 at 5am or lined up at the triangle building to get into J's Hangout after hours. That neighborhood always was super chic to me. Love the leatherboys walking the cobblestone streets early morning and the trannies always said WORK about my outfits. Oh and back then the piers were just so beautiful, sort of decomposing and the water and the moonlight. Love that Ivy keeps it real, the way we used to. I always loved the raw lofts & low buildings & knew the architecture was really great.NickBnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-26195503663646030792011-04-17T15:22:42.779-04:002011-04-17T15:22:42.779-04:00What Ivy knows and what we learn from listening is...What Ivy knows and what we learn from listening is that she is rich in the only thing that matters: Love of life. She hopped on the bus and hung on for dear life, and we can be grateful that she shines a light on the dark corners of this wonderful city. She has a generosity of spirit that is rare.<br />Ellie P.Ellie Pnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-80860824758404905952011-04-13T23:23:07.784-04:002011-04-13T23:23:07.784-04:00i told jeremiah to do a book. if he does he should...i told jeremiah to do a book. if he does he should include me.laura photographernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-39813873550093890222011-04-13T23:03:45.287-04:002011-04-13T23:03:45.287-04:00"The Horrors." good word for them."The Horrors." good word for them.Jeremiah Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-82128201193574141672011-04-13T15:32:30.880-04:002011-04-13T15:32:30.880-04:00Very nice writing, really vivid.Very nice writing, really vivid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-61240200478176080842011-04-13T13:47:51.333-04:002011-04-13T13:47:51.333-04:00Ditto everyone else. This is one of my favorites....Ditto everyone else. This is one of my favorites.ShatteredMonoclenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-51074229871862626772011-04-13T13:15:40.852-04:002011-04-13T13:15:40.852-04:00Lived south of Triangle. One p.m., exited my apt.,...Lived south of Triangle. One p.m., exited my apt., almost hit by a car. Female passenger yelled into her cell: "We're late; we are lost; hold our table; have never been in this weird neighborhood before!" Male driver yelled at me: "Where's Pasties?" Me: "Don't know." Driver: "You stupid f-ck!" They sped off. The Horrors had invaded my nice neighborhood. Didn't know where to go but I couldn't wait to get there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com