Friday, December 14, 2007

Twilight Becomes Night

For many beloved New York businesses death comes without much fight. In Bob Arihood's excellent East Village blog, Neither More Nor Less, he has a story this week about the impending eviction of Whole Earth bakery. He writes about how, the last time Whole Earth faced eviction, the community rallied and won them an extension. Such battles can be won again if people continue to fight.

Evidence for that is found in the wonderful short film Twilight Becomes Night by Virginie-Alvine Perrette. In it, the filmmaker profiles several small New York businesses that suffer in the city's over-success. There is much in the film to cry about and, at the end, I had tears in my eyes, but there is also something to celebrate: Independent Suba Pharmacy faced eviction twice, and twice its customers fought--and won--using petitions, boycotts, rallies, even phone calls to the bank that planned to move in, saying, "We will not use your services." The bank backed off. Suba still stands.


From 1990 - 2003, New York City lost 447 neighborhood pharmacies, a 28% decrease. In the same time period, the city gained 434 chain pharmacies—a 263% increase.

I interviewed Virginie over email and here's what she had to say:

What inspired you to make this film?

I was born in New York City, grew up here, and have a deep love for this city. After about ten years away for college and work, I came back--looking for the place I had left behind. It was instantly apparent to me that the city was changing in a way that was different from any other change I’d seen or read about before.


The Basket Shop closed in 2001 after 38 years. It is now in Brooklyn.

New York is vanishing every day, more and more. If you were to begin making this film today, what would you include?

I would like to have documented the transformation occurring on 9th Avenue between 42nd and 57th Streets. That strip was a little world unto itself of small stores and restaurants. It survived much longer than many other areas of New York today. And yet it has been devastating to watch block after block of that area be gutted and rebuilt with chains and banks. It is a microcosm of what is happening throughout the city, and yet its smaller scale makes it all the more noticeable.

People like to say, "NYC is always changing and always will." But I believe what's happening now is different. Why, in your opinion, is NY vanishing?

New York is defined by change and thrives on change. But this is different. It goes to the core of what makes the city unique, and gives the city its soul. As Isaac Fergusson, a NYC cab driver, says in the documentary: “New York has always been the engine of small business.” New York’s energy and character come, in part, from that belief that you can come here and start something small and grow it. Yet now it is harder and harder to start a small business here, let alone succeed. And without small shops of all sorts, New York City becomes some monolithic behemoth that is without community, diversity, humanity, or distinctive character. And we, as New Yorkers, lose our connections to one another.


Michael’s Barbershop closed in 2002 after 92 years. They did not reopen.

How do you think 9/11 hastened the vanishing?

I think the widespread closing of independent businesses started before 9/11. I think that as the city was “cleaned up" it also created a regulatory atmosphere that welcomed big business and made it administratively more difficult for small business to survive. It is my sense, from interviews with store owners, that 9/11 was all too often the final obstacle they could not overcome. It pushed them over the edge and forced them to close – yet they were already in a precarious position to begin with.


Manny and Eric Schwarz’s M&E Hardware closed in 2005 after 50 years. They did not reopen. Manny passed away soon after.

If you were Queen of New York, with unlimited power, what would you do to save our city?

I would offer rent subsidies to any store in need that could collect 100 names of support as being a store of value to a community. I would ban big box stores. I know they are convenient, but they decimate our communities. And over the long run they are not necessarily cheaper. I would penalize landlords who evict small businesses that have been around for years and then keep their stores vacant in hopes of getting higher rents. I would have an official “Kids Bring Your Parents to Your Favorite Neighborhood Store Day.” My feeling is that kids know the value of the neighborhood store – they feel safe there. And, lastly, I would create union-like organizations to represent and lobby on behalf of independent shops.

What can we do to save our city?

There are so many ways to affect change. You can simply make it a priority to choose your local store over a chain store, you can talk to your neighborhood store owners and find out what they are facing, you can organize a neighborhood committee to help store owners, you can write letters to your government representatives. For this reason, I am organizing screenings of Twilight Becomes Night followed by panel discussions that can offer specific ways to take action. There are many groups (listed on my website) that help cities and residents learn how to protect local business.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Say Goodbye to Sucelt


photo of Jehnny Navarro: The Villager

I had lunch today at Sucelt. With just over a week to go before they close on Christmas Eve, each lunch feels like the Last Supper. I ordered extra plantains, just to get as much as I could. I also placed an order for a dozen beef empanadas, for freezing and reheating after Sucelt is gone.

Like Romy Ashby said in a recent interview, when your friends are dying "you want to sit by their bedsides and tell them how much you love them."

Friday 12/14 is a good day to visit the deathbed of Sucelt and show it some love. Jehnny the owner told me that Channel 4 News will be there sometime around or after 4:00, and she would like to urge her fans to show up and tell the cameras how important such places are to the people of the city. (Call first to make sure it's happening: 212-242-0593.) Her mother will be there, too, the original Sucelt. And Jehnny is going to try and find some Sucelt t-shirts to give away. She says, "I'll be crying. I look okay now, but I'll be crying."

*Random Shots

Remember those kids who like to hang out on the new condo at 18th and 8th? Now they've started stabbing each other down the block, in front of the site for the new Big-Box Chelsea. The street yesterday was littered with blue rubber EMT gloves and wet splashes, but according to the news, the kids are alright:


The removal of some facade junk at a Times Square Building reveals "Toys Souvenirs" sign in an interesting typeface--1970s/early 80s is my guess:


This t-shirt logo really says it all. New York is one big Starbucks:

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

*Everyday Chatter

Yesterday I posted on the decapitation of the Playpen. Here's more news about the hotel that's coming to take its place. [Curbed] Wait--it gets worse: The Playpen is not just decapitated. It's dead. [Curbed]

Basquiat graffiti discovered
in Soho condo conversion? [1010wins]

Take a look at some of New York's last racing pigeons. [NY Times]

Can't wait for I Am Legend? Hungry for a little Manhattan apocalypse? Get ready with a peek at Hollywood's love affair for destroying New York. [Bowery Boys]

Welcome to SuburbiAstor Place. Now that Walgreens is open for business, we've got a chain trifecta. There are 4 clones in this photo, can you find them all?


14th Street is getting another giant chain drugstore. Between 1st and 2nd, where Gristede's once was, so shall Duane Reade be -- according to the demolition/construction guy I talked to this morning on the scene:


It's this time of year when I most miss Kurowycky Meats. They always had a warm, welcoming Christmas display in their window. Luckily, we still have Baczynsky's East Village Meat Market:


McSorley's has their pot-bellied stove stoked--for warming their customers' pot bellies these cold winter days. Mmm...toasty:

Rockaway Sunset Diner

News that the bank branch boom may be slowing down is music to my ears, but it comes too late for many.

The Rockaway Sunset Diner, formerly the Ram's Horn diner, was long a meeting place for the people of Rockaway. Different classes and ethnicities mixed and mingled there over pancakes and hot cups of coffee. In 2001, after the plane crash that devastated its community, the diner provided free food to rescue workers, and residents gathered there for comfort and connection.

The diner was demolished and in its place an HSBC bank is now rising.



One descendant of Rockaway told me, "It was called the Sunset Diner because it was right on the ocean, where you could sit and eat and watch the sunset. No one goes to a bank to see the sunset."

No one goes to a Duane Reade to see the sunset either, but now the people of Rockaway can do both, side by side. Aren't they lucky?



Tuesday, December 11, 2007

*Everyday Chatter

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:


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:

Billy’s Topless

VANISHED: 2001



Here's a Christmas memory from 10 years ago as I delve into the archives for a more distant vanishing.

Personal journal entry from December 19, 1997: Last night was our office Christmas party. I had three gin & tonics. Then I went over to Billy's Topless to look at the girls. A crazy girl who called herself Heidi did her thing in a sexy Santa outfit--red with white fur-trim skirt, panties, bra, and camisole--and blue glitter eyelashes. She was very 1950s camp, blowing kisses and shooting us with her fingers, going "Pow! Pow!" and blowing on her finger like it was the smoking end of a gun. She licked her nipples and stuck dollar bills to them, then shimmied until the dollars fell off, fluttering to the stage. I couldn't tell if she meant to be campy or was just out of her mind.



That was the last year Billy's was topless. Thanks to Giuliani’s “Quality of Life” campaign, Billy's Topless, like the majority of New York's great neighborhood strip joints, was forced to require bikini tops and driven out of business. Located on The Corner, at 6th and 24th, it is now a bagel shop.

These changes drastically reduced the quality of life for lots of honest working girls. They moved from areas like Chelsea and Tribeca to dangerous neighborhoods in the Bronx where work could still be found. Or, if they made the cut, they moved to Manhattan's "upscale" strip joints, where they would have to hustle drinks and lap dances, and where plastic surgery is required.

Billy's wasn't like that. For over two decades, Billy's was a neighborhood bar. They served a free sterno-heated buffet (that no one ever touched). The customers and the dancers knew each other, chatted together, and no one got hustled. There was no cover charge. I went in once with a cheap guy who refused to buy a drink--the only requirement for the privilege of sitting in Billy's. The bouncer bought the guy a beer and said, "Just sit with it in front of you."



Girls from the Coney Island Sideshow danced at Billy's, tattoos and all. The stars of the new burlesque paid the rent and tried out new routines at Billy's. Each girl was unique, some beautiful, some boring, while others looked like something straight out of Diane Arbus.

But like everything else in New York, stripping was plowed under by the monoculture, the machine that, in the name of sanitation, dictates: Everything must be the same.



all photos of Billy's are screenshots from the movie Rounders