For a better look, I braved the crowd at Tiffany & Co. and headed to customer service on the sixth floor.
I like the private little phone stalls in customer service. Plenty of space to call your bookie.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A faded ad on 57th and Fifth
Speaking of ads, this past holiday season I found myself in Midtown...I'd never noticed this faded spot at 57th Street and Fifth Avenue for the Greenwich Savings Bank...
For a better look, I braved the crowd at Tiffany & Co. and headed to customer service on the sixth floor.
I like the private little phone stalls in customer service. Plenty of space to call your bookie.
For a better look, I braved the crowd at Tiffany & Co. and headed to customer service on the sixth floor.
I like the private little phone stalls in customer service. Plenty of space to call your bookie.
To be honest, I don't really want to know what happened here
On Ninth Street. Hate to see what happened to the memory foam pillows.
An EV Grieve editorial: Time to turn off the lights this season on the Tompkins Square Park holiday tree
It was a fine-looking light job, as always. A lovely tree-lighting ceremony. The tree was still lit up as of last night. It's Jan. 14. Having it on now is just, well, depressing. (Holiday lights in a bar? Different story!) Time to move on. Anyway, we just have one month until Valentine's Day!
[Updated: I'm a jackass...the lights are kept on for a reason. See the comments. Here's more on the Ukrainian holiday from the Web site of St. George's on East Seventh Street. My apologies. But they'd better be off tomorrow! Happy New Year!]
Important research of the day
From the Post:
Life in New York really is a rat race.
Rodents thrive in a Manhattan-style street-grid system, but tend to become disoriented in the more winding, random layouts of cities such as New Orleans and Jerusalem, according to new research at the University of Tel Aviv that could prove useful to urban planners.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Last day for Love Saves the Day: Sunday
On Dec. 2, Jeremiah was first to report that Loves Saves the Day will shutter its iconic corner store on Seventh Street and Second Avenue. A sign on their storefront confirms the store's last day.
Meanwhile, what will become of the pay phones on the south side of the store? No way will Duane Reade keep them once they open their newest location here...(And yes -- I will burn in Hell for writing that...)
Meanwhile, what will become of the pay phones on the south side of the store? No way will Duane Reade keep them once they open their newest location here...(And yes -- I will burn in Hell for writing that...)
At the Professional Bull Riders 2009 Invitational
I made a joke the other day about possibly attending The Professional Bull Riders 2009 Invitational this past weekend at Madison Square Garden. As Allen Barra noted in his preview of the event at the Voice, "Not your usual Manhattan entertainment, but — if the photos on the Madison Square Garden website (msg.com) are an indication — lots of fun."
And it was. For the most part. Mrs. Grieve and I made the trip to the Garden for the Sunday afternoon finale. I was hoping for a slice of old-fashioned county fair fun, but was surprised how slick and MTV-like it all was. Lots of loud music. (But hey -- ZZ Top sounds best at this volume!) Pyrotechnics. And the oh-groan, Morning Zoo-like comedy stylings from the rodeo clown/MC with the wireless mic walking around the Garden floor. And lots of cowboy guys riding 2,000-pound bulls. There were plenty of ohhhs and ahhhs when the rider would get chucked from the bull and trampled underfoot. (See the first video below for a sampling.) Not sure what else to say about any of it. Stayed for maybe 30 minutes. That was plenty. Oh, and this was the first time that I've ever been to the Garden where people sitting in Section 43 wearing Dickies had a chance to win prizes.
And it was. For the most part. Mrs. Grieve and I made the trip to the Garden for the Sunday afternoon finale. I was hoping for a slice of old-fashioned county fair fun, but was surprised how slick and MTV-like it all was. Lots of loud music. (But hey -- ZZ Top sounds best at this volume!) Pyrotechnics. And the oh-groan, Morning Zoo-like comedy stylings from the rodeo clown/MC with the wireless mic walking around the Garden floor. And lots of cowboy guys riding 2,000-pound bulls. There were plenty of ohhhs and ahhhs when the rider would get chucked from the bull and trampled underfoot. (See the first video below for a sampling.) Not sure what else to say about any of it. Stayed for maybe 30 minutes. That was plenty. Oh, and this was the first time that I've ever been to the Garden where people sitting in Section 43 wearing Dickies had a chance to win prizes.
Walking by the Holiday
Walked by the Holiday around 6-ish last night....and the gate to the front door (locked) was up...Didn't see anyone inside. Nothing looked amiss. Everything was still where it was...Continued home...dropped off the crap that I was lugging...When I returned a little later, the gate was closed again...
Atlantic City now apparently just as soulless as the Bowery
Page Six Magazine this week has a feature on New Jersey, which they bill as the new New York. Seriously. So:
According to the article:
Ohhh! Maroon Five! Later in the piece:
Reminds me that I need to get back down to Atlantic City before it's completely ruined. Will head to Tony's Baltimore Grill on Atlantic Avenue near the Tropicana...
According to the article:
Atlantic City became the place for pasty hipsters this summer. "It is the new post-ironic destination," says Alexis Swerdloff, managing editor of Papermag.com. She has seen plenty of the flannel shirt–wearing, Parliaments-smoking contingency head for the revitalized seaside resort town since the July opening of the Chelsea Hotel. Paul Sevigny and Matt Abramcyk, the duo behind Manhattan hot spot the Beatrice Inn, consulted on the hotel's fifth-floor nightclub and literally moved their scene down to AC in July with a free party bus, to hype the modern, chic space. "Once it was announced that these guys were involved, it gave AC more cred," Alexis says. And since then, Sean Avery, Chloë Sevigny, John Mayer, members of Maroon Five and James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem have all visited — and changed the notion that Atlantic City is for pensioners carrying social security checks, oxygen tanks and crab legs they stole from the buffet.
Ohhh! Maroon Five! Later in the piece:
Still, the boardwalk is not quite gentrified, thanks to a Hooters to Go restaurant and various cheap sundry stands. "The thing to do is to buy a cheesy Atlantic City loose tank top from one of them," Alexis suggests. "Hipsters wear them with their cut-off jeans shorts and boots."
Reminds me that I need to get back down to Atlantic City before it's completely ruined. Will head to Tony's Baltimore Grill on Atlantic Avenue near the Tropicana...
That's a helluva note to post on the office fridge
From the Times today, in an article titled Shock Greets Move to Close Amato Opera in May:
[T]his weekend a note from Mr. Amato was posted on the refrigerator in the offstage area at the company’s home in a small building on the Bowery in the East Village: he was shutting down the company after this season.
“Now, with Sally gone, I have decided that it is time for me to start a new chapter in my life,” the note read. “It has been a great 60-year run!”
In an interview on Monday, Mr. Amato said he had sold the building; the club CBGB was a neighbor for years before it, too, closed.
“I’m 88 years old, and I’m a little tired,” he said. “I have a few years left.” Mr. Amato said he might write his memoirs and wants to establish a foundation to give awards to young singers, conductors and directors. He also plans to study scores, especially Wagner’s.
Curbed has more details on the sale.
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