Noted: "It's all about sex all the time, and you're our star" edition

The Post checks in with a piece on the swanky Standard Hotel along the Highline.

Disgusted neighbors say they've seen men masturbating, professional porn films being shot and couples engaging in sex in full view of the stunning High Line park path running alongside.

The Standard's Facebook page bluntly encourages the explicit behavior.

"We encourage you to exercise your inner exhibitionist. Please share your intimate, and explicit photos with us -- those floor to ceiling windows aren't just for the views . . ."

The hotel Web site beckons:

"Whatever you do, just make sure the shots are HOT and that you get them to us in whichever way you can. It's all about sex all the time, and you're our star."

After the Post contacted The Standard for comment, the posting was abruptly changed.

And, despite the claim, the piece from the Post isn't an exclusive.

Previously:
Standard Hotel Nudity Check (Curbed)

Goodbye New York

Coco McPherson has lived in the Meatpacking District for 25 years ... and has had a front-row seat to its slow death march toward glitz and glass. At her photo-driven site Goodbye New York, McPherson captures three vanishing areas of the city.

As she writes on the site: "The original High Line, the old meatmarket -- before it was banished to the Bronx -- and Coney Island are three of the most beautiful, dreamlike places in New York City."

Here are two of her shots...

The Kelly Building circa 1984 at 400 W. 14th St. at Ninth Avenue. In the 1970s, it was home to The Toilet... Now it's the Gaslight...



The next photo is titled "Digging the Hotel Gansevoort" from 2000. McPherson writes: "I can't remember when they started building that hotel, but this was Day One as they began to rip up the parking lot. Amazing how big and out of place the hotel is, how ugly, and how small and beautiful the scale of the neighborhood once was."



Check out the rest of photos at Goodbye New York.

McPherson contributed an essay to the Voice's "Best of New York" issue in 2000... in the "My Obsession" section:

Until recently, the meat market was my secret dreamworld, a place most alive in the middle of the night, surreal for its rows of hanging animal carcasses and the white-coated men — with names like One-Eye (blinded by bleach after he bugged a waitress once too often), Dog Eddie, and Rabbit — who attended them, and the prostitutes who fought on the cobblestoned streets and who later gathered at Dizzy Izzy's (closed this spring) for coffee. All this is over now, and a new neighborhood is rising like Disney's version of New Orleans, drunk and rich, with lots of money and a little help from writers who shill for developers in the Sunday real estate section. My neighbor rides around on his bicycle shouting into a bullhorn, "Go back to Soho," and like a gentle but insistent traffic cop, "Soho is south of here," and only occasionally, "GET OUT OF MY NEIGHBORHOOD." Indeed.

"They're dead meat" -- and the celebrities who complained about living near a meat warehouse

As Eater reported on April 8, Pat La Frieda's West Village Meat Warehouse was put on the market for $31 million.

In an article titled "They're dead meat," the Post took a closer look at the La Frieda's warehouse, which has been there for 30 years. A few excerpts:

A lot of people would like to see us out of here. We don't fit no more," La Frieda said as he gestured toward the luxury apartments that have sprouted around his warehouse just south of the district.

and...

...La Frieda no longer feels welcome, with noise complaints from ritzy neighbors piling up and city-issued tickets during loading and unloading totaling $84,760 last year.

and...

Actress Eva Mendes and one of the Olsen twins, who briefly owned a penthouse across the street, were among the star-studded cast of complainers, La Frieda's son Pat Jr. claimed.

and...

The La Frieda warehouse was put on the market for $31 million last month, and boutique hoteliers Ian Schrager and Peter Moore have expressed interest, Sotheby's broker Robson Zanetti said.

In its heyday, 250 wholesale butchers chopped meat within the dozen blocks officially known as the Gansevoort Market. By 2003, as men in snug tennis sweaters started outnumbering those in bloodstained aprons, the Greenwich Village Society for Historical Preservation counted just 35 butchers.

In the past year, at least nine meatpackers quietly moved out.

As for the lack of the district's namesake businesses, "It doesn't make a difference to me. I didn't even know this area existed four years ago until I came," said Mario Cameron, controller for the warehouse's new owner, Robert Isabell.

The exodus leaves only seven butchers in the district, all inside a city-owned co-op with a lease set to expire in 2014.

For further reading:
Interstate Food, Inc.: Vanishing (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Now for something really scary

The horror: 14th Street and Ninth Avenue late on a Saturday night. A Chelsea resident chronicled the "intolerable noise." Indeed, what a horror show.

What's doing in...The Meatpacking District

From yesterday's Daily News:

The venerable neighborhood, long-ago habitat of butchers in bloodstained aprons, hosts an assortment of less savory sorts each weekend: Drunks. Cokeheads. Dealers.

"I hate it," said Johanna Lindsay, who's lived there for eight years. "It's gotten cool, and not in a good way."

The no-holds-barred party, as witnessed by Daily News reporters, knows few boundaries. One reporter was solicited by three dealers within two hours on a Saturday night.

Reporters watched a pair of twentysomething club girls vomit in tandem; a man urinate as he weaved along Washington St.; another man so blitzed he appeared paralyzed on W. 13th St.

"Every year since I've arrived there have been people crying that it was not like it was before"

That's Florent Morellet, owner of the soon-to-close Florent, in a Q-and-A in today's Post.

An excerpt:

Some people blame "Sex and the City" for the gentrification of the area.

I totally disagree. These are societal changes. We love to simplify things as humans and put labels on things. So the 18th century in France was Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI and a couple of writers. You put some people in charge of some periods. They say I made the meat market. I could have died from the whooping cough at age 5 - which I almost did - and I don't think it would have made a difference in the [area]. Some people put [the gentrification] on Pastis, some people put it on Jeffrey opening, other people put it on the Gansevoort Hotel. It's all of us. Every year since I've arrived there have been people crying that it was not like it was before.

But has it changed for the better?

Let me tell you, in the early '90s, the neighborhood really was so scary with the crack epidemic. The people who feel nostalgic were not coming then. That was the year we actually lost money. I think people don't remember. We had to leave the restaurant in groups of three because almost all of us got mugged. Memory is a beautiful thing and it's totally influenced by emotions - mine as much as anyone's.