
Goggla shares these photos from the Rite Aid on First Avenue at Fifth Street, noting: "In case anyone meets The One at the stroke of midnight tonight, Rite Aid is stocked for V-Day."

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As Sir Shadow hums for inspiration, his slender hand strikes a sketchpad with a silver marker and swirls deliriously, never leaving the page, as though he were signing a signature. The elegant silhouette, formed with one continuous line, depicts a saxophone player. He blurs through more: a jazz ensemble featuring trumpet and upright bass; a drummer in the flurry of a solo. His musicians are faceless abstractions.
At 6-foot-4, he sleeps diagonally to fit into his windowless cubicle. Rarely without his fedora, he gets around on a red electric scooter and draws his blues and jazz musicians across the neighborhood. He calls his one-line style Flowetry, which can be found in the calendars he sells.
But his masterpiece might be the Whitehouse Hotel itself. Nearly every hallway and boarding room contains a Sir Shadow mural. Even the keys behind the reception desk are marked with his musical silhouettes.
A few residents have died, and buyouts have lured away others. The men who remain in the flophouse have refused these deals. The Whitehouse Hotel’s future appears to now hinge on a grim but simple waiting game.
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Due to a fire in the building (everyone’s ok), our #eastvillage shack will be closed for the next couple of weeks to fix the damage. Stay tuned here for further updates, and check us out on #UniversityPlace in #UnionSquare to get your fix. 🦞
— Luke's Lobster (@LukesLobster) December 28, 2018