Tuesday, December 14, 2010

*Everyday Chatter

Ruby's plans "huge protest" for New Year's Day. [Grub]

Coney's Shore Hotel has been completely demolished by Thor. It's a sickening sight. [ATZ]

Here's a shot of the Shore I took around 1994, when the signage was still alive and kicking, and so were the hot sheets in the century-old hotel:


"Fran Lebowitz Dismayed At All the Young Tools in NYC." She says, "Someone my age is supposed to be angered by kids. You’re supposed to say, 'These crazy kids—what will they think of next?' You’re not supposed to say, 'These kids are so boring. These kids are so regressive.'" [Gothamist] Fran also tells Bust that young women are responsible for "why New York today seems suburban to me—all kids and babies in strollers. It’s 1950s domestic life." [NYO]

Tracing weird Bowery angles. [EVG]

On the fate of Mars Bar: "There's a lot of creative ways to figure it out, give it a new look and keep elements of the old look," said the developer. "But it probably won't look exactly the way that it does now." [WSJ]

Dubai on the (is the) Bowery. [BB]

A (mostly) love poem to New York from Jonathan Lethem... and other reasons to love New York. [NYM]

Like the Jacobs Effect, the McNally, and the Shack Effect, the Eataly Effect is raising rents and changing a neighborhood fast. [Grub]

Wal-Mart conducted a poll that says most New Yorkers want a Wal-Mart. [NYM]

"Nick Sprayregen’s six-year battle to stop the state from taking his buildings in West Harlem on behalf of Columbia University’s expansion apparently came to an end on Monday, when the United States Supreme Court refused to hear his appeal." [CR]

Visiting the Park Slope Armory. [13]

The Loss of Mars

Last week we learned that Mars Bar, the East Village dive, long a haven for punks and outcasts, will be replaced by a 12-story prison-block of an apartment building. The pangs of loss have been reverberating through the city, among the bar's regulars and non-regulars alike. This is a big one. It brings with it a larger feeling of defeat. The East Village has lost so much of itself in recent years, but Mars Bar feels symbolic, as if it contains all of those losses in one final blow.



As the glass tide of luxury has risen around it, the bar remained a symbol of defiance and hope, a sign that the bastards could not grind us all down. We went inside for a drink and felt, ourselves, like holdouts, survivors, undefeated. Just walking past that corner and seeing the painted riot of Mars Bar could boost your soul. It was as if that crumbling little corner was giving a big "fuck you" finger to all the shiny towers rising around it, and all the shiny people swarming in, radically changing the culture of this historically anarchistic neighborhood.

Mars Bar seemed, at times, like the old East Village's last stand.

Just within the past decade, before the Bowery tsunami washed in, Mars Bar existed in a different world. The two blocks bound like two halves of a book by the spine of First Street, between Second Ave and Bowery, were quiet, ramshackle blocks dotted with cultural touchstones. Empty lots overflowed with weeds and graffiti. Brick buildings held the secrets of deep history and eccentric residents.


Everettsville: Looking east along 1st St. in 2002


Same view today

Standing at the intersection of 1st and Bowery, looking to Mars Bar one block east, you had CBGB and the Amato Opera House to your left. On your right, you had feminist author Kate Millett's home, formerly McGurk's Suicide Hall.

Then, in 2003 NYU opened their Second Street residence in the parking lot next to the Amato Opera House. The lot had been used by singers to practice--you could listen to the arias as you walked by. The new building stopped that and blocked the Amato's mural. At the time, the opera's co-director was frustrated about the dorm, but hopeful it might bring positive change. She said to NYUNews, "Maybe the empty store lots will become delis, and the store fronts will be brighter."

But there were no delis coming.


Amato mural, my photos, circa 1994

In 2004, after a three-year fight from the feminist activist, the city evicted Kate Millett and the Avalon Communities' Bowery complex leveled old McGurk's to put up an enormous, block-long glass box. Said Millett at the time of her eviction, "It’s going to do in the neighborhood."

She was right.


Niznoz: McGurk's in 2005


Same view today

With NYU and Avalon now flanking these two blocks, the interiors quickly collapsed. Everything fell like dominoes. In 2006, venerable CBGB closed its doors, and a John Varvatos boutique opened in the space in April 2008.

In 2007, the Avalon announced their plans to turn Extra Place into a slice of the Parisian Left Bank and today their scheme is proceeding, with artisanal chocolate shops and the like. Said Cheetah Chrome to the Post. "If that alley could talk, it's seen it all. All of Manhattan has lost its soul to money lords."


Everettsville: Extra Place 2002


Extra Place today

A second giant box went up on the northeast corner of 1st St. and Bowery--it holds a Chase Bank--and a third went into the northwest corner of 1st St. and 2nd Ave., across from Mars Bar. Hamptons boutique Blue & Cream opened in the Avalon and started selling $140 Bowery hoodies. After a claim of trademark infringement from a lawyer for the storied punk club from which he co-opted the name, celebu-chef Daniel Boulud opened "DBGB" in that same glass box--the Voice called this move "dancing on the ashes" of CBGB.

In January 2009, the Amato Opera House announced its closure after 60 years. The owners of a chain of bars plan to move in with a giant restaurant and possible theater. And now Mars Bar, the last Mohican, will fall for another ticky-tacky glass box.

All of this happened in only 7 years. These photos by Everettsville (see more) are not from the distant, blighted 1970s--they are from 2002. When people talk about how the city is "always changing," I tell them this story, the story of a historic, culturally relevant neighborhood sold down the river, demolished to the roots, and rebuilt into an unrecognizable playground for people passing through with money to burn. All in less than a single decade.


Everettsville: Looking west on 1st St. in 2002


Same view today

Of course, the city's leaders have been chomping at the bit for 40 years, since the Cooper Square Urban Renewal Plan was originally hatched as The Alternate Plan to Robert Moses' slum clearance designs.

In 1970 the New York Times described the plan: "Bleak storefronts, where derelicts sag and sleep in doorways, crumbling tenements and ancient office buildings will eventually be supplanted by more than 1,000 apartments for low- and middle-income families." Somehow, between the radicalism of yesterday and the consumerism of today, the plan went from mainly supporting the poor and middle-class to providing luxury homes, hotels, shopping, and dining for the wealthy. It was a project designed, in the words of the Times, "to restore a measure of dignity to an area that over the decades has become the motif of alcoholic degradation and futility in the city."

But where is our dignity now? A new kind of futility has taken hold and we are degraded when our symbols of hope are ripped away from us. Are we really still responding to Robert Moses? He would have bulldozed Cooper Square and the Bowery in one fell swoop. Now it's going down, agonizingly, piece by piece.

When Mars Bar is demolished, it will be Moses' ghost swinging that wrecking ball, a coup de grace as he delivers the death blow to the world we once knew.

See deeper into Mars Bar history here

Monday, December 13, 2010

*Everyday Chatter

How did Santacon go from 1970s anarchist prank to 2000s pub crawl? [Grumbler]

Santarchy Logo

NY Post writer defends poor, oppressed, drunken frat boys from the omnipotent Bohemian overlords of the East Village. [EVG]

A collection of Mars Bar photos. [GVDP]

Checking in on the site of the lost Moondance Diner. [FP]

Mmm...Peter Pan donut shop. [NYS]

Warm up with a trip to Rockaway. [FNY]

During Santacon, in the men's room of the Loews Village 7. At least he flushed after tossing his candy.


A watch repairman who's still ticking after 60 years. [DNA]

Visiting the Staten Island Greenbelt. [13]

Talking about the gentrification of Williamsburg--in England. [UKG]

Artwork by LAII. [EVC]

The history of Schames Paints. [BB]

Wal-Mart
America is banging at the gates again. [NYT]

"Bike zealots are now spreading their tired propaganda..." [Restless]

SantaConfrontation

On the downtown 6 train, on the day of Santacon.

Doofus Tourist Man: Hey, what's up with all the Santa suits?

Santacon Man: It's New York! Woo!

New Yorker Woman: (intervening) It's called Santacon. People dress up like Santa and get drunk.

Doofus: Awesome! So they just walk around shit-faced all day? That's awesome.



New Yorker: No, it's not awesome, actually, it's pretty horrible.

Doofus: What are you, Ebenezer Scrooge?

New Yorker: Yes, I am.

Doofus: But it's New York!

New Yorker: (getting upset) You're telling me it's New York? You're telling me?

Doofus: What, you live here?

New Yorker: Yes, I do.

Doofus: But you're not from here, originally.

New Yorker: Yes, I am.



Doofus: So you see this Santa thing all the time?

New Yorker: Yeah. And it gets old pretty quick.

Doofus: (giving up) Huh. Well, I guess it's a local holiday. Like Kwanzaa.


Read a brief history of Santacon at The Grumbler

Friday, December 10, 2010

Before Mars Bar

The news of Mars Bar's demise is much in the air these days. I can't look to the future, the fat glass tower of nothing that will rise on the corner of Second Avenue and First Street, so I'm looking to the past. The deep past. (I'm not the only one doing this today.)


NYPL: looking north at 1st St.

Imagine, sometime in the early part of the 20th century, you step out of your tenement loft above the dreary Woolworth Theatre, the building that will one day house something called the Mars Bar in a world you can't even begin to imagine. The theater is shut down, empty, its hollows sectioned into stores for lease.


NYPL, looking west along 1st St.

It's a warm day. You are bored. Across the way are the Second Avenue Baths, but you're not in the mood for a schvitz. You're schvitzing enough as it is. You walk to 1st Street and look west, but the million barber shops of Bowery do not beckon to you. You head north instead.


NYPL, looking north up 2nd Ave. from 1st

The block is a riot of signage for hotels, chiropodist offices, haberdasheries. The Happyland Restaurant tempts you with something cold. You consider going into the Photoplays to see a double bill of Blue Skies--that Helen Twelvetrees always makes you cry--and Come Across, the drama of socialites, gangsters, and dancing girls, but you're not in the mood for a picture today. You're not in the mood for anything.

Blue Skies gets that Irving Berlin tune into your head, and now you're whistling it as you continue up the block. At the 2nd Avenue theater, you look at a poster of Molly Picon, star of the Yiddish stage. Tonight she'll be singing and dancing in a musical by Rumshinsky and Kalich, but right now her voice blasts out of a phonograph, singing the joys of Coney Island hot dogs.


NYPL

Further up the block, a circus museum has set up shop, offering a ten-cent glimpse of "Human Freaks and Wonders" like Zip and Pip, the pinheads. An outside talker regales you with tales of the amazing and the astonishing. "Not for the faint of heart," he says. You continue walking, but inertia quickly takes over. You stop into the dairy restaurant for an egg cream, then head home again, back to the Woolworth Theatre, to the corner of 1st and 2nd.

You look into the empty window on the corner, past the For Lease sign, and wonder what will move in. Cupping your hands to the glass, looking in at the dusty space, you hope for a barroom. They say Prohibition will be over soon. Wouldn't it be nice to just walk downstairs, prop your elbows on the wood, and knock back something refreshing?


The SW corner of 1st and 2nd

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Virtual Max Fish

A few years ago, MTV created the Virtual Lower East Side (VLES), a digital fantasy version of the neighborhood that included clubs, bars, yarmulke shops, Katz's deli, and no condo or hotel towers.

One of the bars they created was Max Fish.


All screenshots from the VLES

On the real Ludlow Street since 1989, Max Fish will be closing at the end of January. The landlord's son has taken over and given them the boot.

Said the owner to Grub Street, "I do think that the alternative culture is being forced to get out, but I don’t think we should go. I don’t agree. We have a right to live here as much as anyone else...we’ll take the spirit and everything else with us."



When asked about recreating the space elsewhere, the owner said, "We’re going to re-create a Max Fish like we did last year in Miami for Art Basel. We did a pop-up and it was so much fun, because we did it really fast and it totally had the essence. People walked in and said, 'Oh my God, this is so much like Max Fish.'"



So maybe, after January, Max Fish will only exist as life-like pop-ups and virtual spaces. Of course, MTV's the VLES failed as a project and you can't visit the virtual Max Fish anymore, either. Somewhere in some Viacom databank, in ghosts of pixels, a crowd of hipster avatars are bobbing their heads to the next coolest song. That will be all that's left.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

*Everyday Chatter

As the New Fedora gets a new awning, what about the neon sign? The sign is still there but the neon has been stripped out, surely for a refurbish like McNally did at Minetta.


Congrats to all the winners and finalists in the Village Voice Web Awards and thanks to the Voice and all who voted. Glad to be in such good company.

First Mars Bar, now Max Fish is shuttering at end of January. Is Pink Pony next to go? [Eater]

Now that our Polonia fears have subsided, it's time to worry about renovations to the Nom Wah Tea Parlor of Doyers Street. [BB]

Check out Slum Goddess in the Wall St Journal. [WSJ]

Can we pool our money and buy the Chelsea Hotel? The bids begin next week. [Curbed]

Minnie the McSorley's cat has a facebook page. [EVG]

On the vanishing of restaurant owner-hosts. [NYT]

An interview with Justin Bond. [NYT]