Noted

We may have more to say about this Monday. Meanwhile, we welcome your theories.

Previously on EV Grieve.

Noted

From The Baltimore Sun nightlife reporter:

Yes, I know, Baltimore already has a spot called Speakeasy.

I'm talking about the real thing.

Speakeasies are all the rage in New York and a few other major cities.

I saw a TV show about one speakeasy in New York where you walk into a phonebooth in a hot dog shop, pick up the phone and a hostess from the speakeasy opens a secret door on the inside of the phone booth to let you in.

That. Is. Awesome. ...

Line of the day: "Swimming in trash containers is mentally sanitizing"

I missed this story. On July 7, ReadyMade wrote about swimming pools in Brooklyn that are made out of old dumpsters. Curbed linked to it a few days later.

Anyway, the Post did a piece on it today.

Bleached, cleaned, filled with sand and lined with plastic, the giant trash bins are now the centerpiece of a "low-fi country club," said David Belt, who as president of Manhattan-based Macro Sea is the man behind this Dumpster-diving project.

The pools, which Macro Sea debuted on July 4 in an otherwise abandoned Gowanus lot it has rented through the end of August, are not open to the public, but those in the know say swimming in trash containers is mentally sanitizing.

"In these economic times, everybody feels like garbage anyway," said Belt.

Finally feels like....

Thanks to Patell and Waterman's History of New York for posting this video yesterday....

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition

Documentary on rock posters opens tonight at the IFC (Brooklyn Vegan)

Also on Brooklyn Vegan!: Richard Hell may or may not have suspended the PunkCast YouTube account

What do you call hundreds of entitled partygoers on the roof of an LES hotel? (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Memorial tonight in TSP for Barnacle Bill (Neither More Nor Less)

The digital news editor at the Times only wants to be contacted by snail mail (The NYTPicker)

Manhattan storefronts hit highest vacancies since 2001 (Bloomberg)

Summer storm in NYC circa 1938 (Ephemeral New York)

Limelight becoming big fucking store (Page Six)

Karate Boogaloo looks at the treasures of Paul Tschinkel's "Innertube - New York Music New York" (Stupefaction)

Inside Bloomy's $37 million campaign — $7,000 for pizza (City Room)

Another French film in TSP tonight:

"Works"
Screening: July 17 – around 8:30pm. Tompkins Square Park
Genre: Comedy (2005) | French Title: Travaux, on sait quand ça commence | Duration: 95 min | Director: Brigitte Roüan | Starring: Carole Bouquet
In French, with English subtitles, not rated

Chantal is a wealthy, powerful, and happily divorced Parisian attorney whose busy life seems to be going swimmingly until she decides to remodel her massive apartment. She hires Eduard, a brilliant Colombian architect. He and his illegal immigrant crew are highly qualified; however, as they begin to redo her home, they also start to remodel other aspects of her life.

And noted:

Who owns Superdive?

I have no idea!

In a news item on the bar last week, Paper noted "the owners wish to remain anonymous."

After we posted this on Monday, Paper left us a clue:

The furnishings were recycled from the owners' previous bar ventures. Anything look familiar?

Jesus, no! We only saw plastic cups!



All I know is that the name on the liquor license belongs to Joseph Birdsong, who owned the previous occupant at 200 Avenue A — Rapture Cafe & Books. That doesn't make him the owner, right?



Previously on EV Grieve:
CB3 didn't approve a liquor license for Superdive; "a nice neighborhood Internet café-bookstore" becomes a bar with keg service at tables

Noted

Last night, Superdive, the bar that claims not to have any door policy, turned away dozens of people looking to help Justine Joli celebrate her birthday. Guests needed a reservation. Somebody call Allen Salkin!

My, what big plywood you have

Earlier:



Now:


The work is getting serious at 167 Avenue A — home some day (next month even!) to the EV outpost of Diablo Royale, as Eater reported.

Previously on EV Grieve:
Looking at 167 Avenue A: Another Hennings-Giraldi production?

Just in time for the rest of summer: The Tompkins Square Park playground has reopened

Reopened yesterday. And it looks very nice too. I would go in, but I don't have any kids. And would seem like a perv. Maybe. Anyway! It closed last August.

Previously on EV Grieve:
Tompkins Square Park playground completion now set for summer

Os Gêmeos: (Almost) day by day

At Bowery and Houston.










And the finale:



Will be on the wall for the next 12 months.

And has the Vulture noted, the mural is dedicated to Dash Snow.


[Top image via Bombin' Magazine]

Buy an old piece of the Pearl

Previously on EV Grieve:
Pearl Theatre relocating; what's next for 80 St. Mark's Place?

200 Water Street now leasing

Following up on my post a few weeks back...when I noted that NYU had packed up and left the Water Street dorm in the Financial District.





And Rockrose has a new Web site for the property — luxury rentals...but no details. But hey — the rooms are good enough for NYU students! And a commenter noticed the following:

Taking a closer look at that poster, I'm thinking she almost looks like she's preparing to fellate that bridge. What makes no sense whatsoever, though, is that it's the Manhattan Bridge. Where do they think 200 Water Street is ... Chinatown? DUMBO?

Meanwhile, RR is changing all the lightbulbs...

The "lesbian princess of porn" holds court tonight at Superdive

As Grub Street posted a little bit ago... Fleshbot (NSFW) has the deal about tonight at Superdive:

Today, Thursday July 16th, just so happens to be Justine Joli's birthday. And how does a complex beauty like the Sapphic red lust bomb plan on celebrating?

Apparently the lesbian princess of porn has orchestrated an all out bash at NYC's infamous bar Superdive — a reputedly lawless environ where guests can mix their own cocktails behind the bar and the door policy is, well, for lack of a better term, nonexistent.

Amidst this lawless carousing Joli plans to pack in hordes of capital "L" lesbians, art performers, a surprise celebrity guest or two, and famed photographers Ellen Stagg and Siege, along with a host of exotic ingenues she has collected over the last few years living in the city [edit: and maybe even a Fleshbot editrix!]. Ever playing the part of the gracious and demure hostess, Justine invites all of her friends and fans to come join her for a drink amidst the raucous celebration, to order themselves a keg and cheer to her, or to sit down at the Steinway and bang out a song in honor of her special day.

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition

A Liberacemobile in the EV (Hunter-Gatherer)

One reason why Bounce Deuce may have closed (Grub Street)

Remembering 14th and Third (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

It's possible that this building is for rent (BoweryBoogie)

CK's ass at night (NYC Taxi Photo)

John John's death 10 years later (Urbanite)

As a follow-up to the Mondo Kim's post, Eater notes that the CB3 rejected the liquor license for the new karaoke joint back in March.

Why Santas were outside the Irving Plaza this week (Brooklyn Vegan)

Finally, I'm just getting into the summer (finally), and I see photo shoots for winter clothes. Ugh. (And what's with the Twisted Sister look?)