Out and About in the East Village

In this weekly feature, East Village-based photographer James Maher provides us with a quick snapshot of someone who lives and/or works in the East Village.



By James Maher

Name: Nico D Smith
Occupation: Artist, Painter
Location: 4th Street and Avenue A
Time: 4:20 on Monday, Nov. 4

I first moved here in 1961, but I only stayed then until ’71 and then I went away and I came back in ’84. I’ve been here ever since. I grew up in Westchester. I had an aunt who lived in Jackson Heights and I used to come to visit her quite often, but I grew up in Yorktown.

I’m a painter. I studied at the Art Students League and other things at the same time. I do abstract painting primarily, what some might call soft geometry. I generally don’t use hard edge. So I deal with rectangles in a field but they’re hand drawn.

I also did a bit of acting when I was young. For a year I was never unemployed with acting. I had a job on television every month for a year because I had the most powerful agent in the world at the time, called MCA. The reason I became an actor in the beginning — well, I did study acting — but I met a bigshot Broadway producer through a friend. He was the guy that put me in MCA.

All he had to do was pick up the phone, “I have this kid over here, I kind of like him, you want to talk to him?” Signed me right on. I didn’t even have to breath. And then the people from Hollywood would come and want to see me. I was up for a big movie called "All Fall Down" with Warren Beatty. I was going to play the lead opposite him, a kid, but it fell through. Brandon De Wilde, a child actor, got my part.

Then MCA was declared a monopoly by the government and they disbanded and I was out on my own. I had to choose another agent and I picked the wrong one. It didn’t work. It was a guy I personally knew from MCA but he wasn’t working for me. I found out 50 years later, my friend from college was with him too and he was getting my jobs.

At the time, 2nd Avenue was where I was hanging out mostly. I didn’t even go over to First because there was nothing over here. This was 1961. But over on 2nd Avenue was a place called Ratner’s. Ratner’s was this great big dairy restaurant and I used to called it the Downtown Sardi’s. Sardi’s was where the uptown theatre crowd went after the theatre. The nice people went there.

Anyway, there was still Yiddish theatre here — all these theaters. The theater crowd here would go to Ratner’s. It was all Jewish people, not so wealthy as the people at Sardi’s, but nice enough. The waiters padded around in those old shoes and they were old. They’d give you so much food for nothing.

I am a painter and I’ll probably be painting till the day I die. It’s so ingrained in me. I started off working in a studio painting on Broadway and 3rd. Then in 1964 I was living on 3rd Street between 1st and 2nd, 75, next door to what would be the Hells Angels. I had one of the first galleries in the East Village called Hard Knocks. I lived in the back in a loft and I showed art and had children’s workshop and things like that. We had some people but not many.

I used to cover the gallery scene. I have been going to openings and opening reception, ever since 1960. I went to the School of Visual Arts in ’60 and met friends and they would take me to the galleries that existed at that time. There was nothing in SoHo, nothing in Chelsea, nothing anywhere except on 57th Street and up on Madison Avenue.

But there was a gallery on 10th Street between 3rd and 4th. The director there was Ivan Karp, the same guy that started O K Harris. After that gallery he became the director of the Leo Castelli Gallery. He directed Leo Castelli before he opened his own. He had a falling out with Castelli because he didn’t really like Roy Lichtenstein. So he wasn’t really a pop guy and if you went to his gallery after that you’d notice that.

But I never had any success at all. No one’s ever liked my work. I mean, yes there have been people, but nobody who was somebody ever liked my work. Plenty of nobody’s like my work. I always say I’m the biggest nobody in the world. Although, I’m really quite well known in the art scene. But that doesn’t mean that I’ve advanced my cause, not in the least. The only thing that matters is if somebody loves you, then you are somebody.

James Maher is a fine art and studio photographer based in the East Village. Find his website here.