Last November, we did a post on the former Italian cafe Affettati at 131 E. Seventh St. ... which was to become the East Village Pie Lounge. A few weeks ago we noticed that the Pie Lounge-coming-soon sign was gone.
Now, there's this...
Monday, February 2, 2009
By the way, the Christmas tree is still on in Tompkins Square Park
Does it seem odd to anyone else that the Christmas tree was still lit up as of last night in Tompkins Square Park? Maybe someone just forgot about it...? And it will be lit through the summer maybe?
Previously on EV Grieve:
An EV Grieve editorial: Time to turn off the lights this season on the Tompkins Square Park holiday tree
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Noted
From the Post:
If you've ever made an exhibition of yourself by falling asleep on the job, we might have the perfect employer for you.
The New Museum of Contemporary Art is seeking women between the ages of 18 and 40 to sleep in a bed - a different participant every day - in an exhibition by Chinese contemporary artist Chu Yun who "creates a human sculpture by inducing sleep."
The women will get paid $10 an hour just for getting some ZZZs.
The museum, located at 235 Bowery, has posted ads, including one on the American Association of Museums' job board, seeking about 100 women "who are willing to come and sleep at the museum during its opening hours to the public."
In search of cheesy (ballsy?) Super Bowl promos
I understand that NBC has a big Bruce Springsteen informercial planned for this evening. To coincide with the release of his new record, the Super Bowl will also be played before and after a Springsteen mini-concert.
Meanwhile, for no good reason, I was amusing myself by trying to find the cheesiest Super Bowl party special...So far, the leading contender is...
And has anyone ever been to Whistlin' Dixie's Texas Tavern? (WARNING: If you click on their link, expect to hear some Kenny Rogers...) It's at West 51th Street and 11th Avenue. See you there!
Meanwhile, for no good reason, I was amusing myself by trying to find the cheesiest Super Bowl party special...So far, the leading contender is...
And has anyone ever been to Whistlin' Dixie's Texas Tavern? (WARNING: If you click on their link, expect to hear some Kenny Rogers...) It's at West 51th Street and 11th Avenue. See you there!
Labels:
ads,
balls,
excuse for a gratuitous photo,
Super Bowl
Recession causing retail landlords to be sort of nice and humane
To the Times!
Back in the mid-1990s, when a stretch of Ludlow Street in Manhattan was dominated by boarded-up buildings and wholesale fruit and nut vendors, Terri Gillis’s boutique, TG-170, was one of the magnets that drew intrepid shoppers to the Lower East Side.
That area is now one of the city’s liveliest late-night strips, which made it particularly painful for Ms. Gillis to receive an eviction notice last month because she owed $13,556.26 in back real estate taxes. But in a sudden change of heart, her landlord recently offered to let Ms. Gillis stay for two more years, and even proposed paying part of her future real estate taxes — which retail tenants normally pay.
In this troubled economy, the building manager, Arwen Properties, decided it would rather hold onto a good tenant.
“We’re working with her and trying to compromise,” the lawyer for Arwen Properties, Joel Bernstein, said. “The landlord has got an incentive, naturally, to keep cash flowing.”
Many landlords he advises are coming to the same conclusion, Mr. Bernstein said. Just a year ago, the owners of New York’s most coveted retail and restaurant spaces held almost unassailable power to dictate the terms of their leases. But the recession is changing that equation, as rapidly rising vacancy rates and bankruptcies are making it hard to find new tenants.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
On the bright side, Brandon Jacobs thinks the Giants will be in the Super Bowl next year
Ouch. From the Post:
"You can only get so much blood out of a stone" with budget cuts and other measures, the mayor said.
He proposed closing a $4 billion budget gap in 2010 with $955 million in cuts and savings that reached into every agency -- from the NYPD, which stood to lose another 1,000 cops through attrition, to the FDNY, which could see 12 companies vanish, to the child-welfare agency, which was asked to absorb 608 layoffs.
George Schneeman, 74
From the Times:
Painting, playing poker till dawn and boiling up pots of midnight pasta for friends in his apartment in an East Village tenement, Mr. Schneeman was sometimes described as New York’s last bohemian. That was not quite right. Seventy-four at his death, he was certainly younger than some of the artists who still animate what were once the city’s unfashionable neighborhoods.
Schneeman died this past Tuesday.
In a post on his blog, Michael Lally remembered Schneeman:
George created a life that was perfect for an artist. In the old days his day job was teaching English to immigrants. But he had a rent-control apartment on St. Marks Place, right in the heart of the action that made the 1960s the 1960s — and ditto for the following decades. Even now, the street reflects the times in ways no other part of the city does.
Labels:
artists,
East Village,
George Schneeman,
obituaries
Oh HENRY
Item: "Wall Street bonuses were more than $18 billion last year — roughly what they were in the fatty, solvent days of 2004."
“My bonus is ‘shameful’ — but I worked hard to get it,” said John Konstantinidis, a wholesale insurance broker, lunching Friday at Harry’s at Hanover Square.
“I’m a HENRY,” Mr. Konstantinidis added. “High Earner but Not Rich Yet.”
Friday, January 30, 2009
Glenn Branca: Structure (1981 The Ascension no wave noise)
Mid-morning musical interlude
"Strange Powers" by the Magnetic Fields from 1992. Just take in that Coney Island sun. (Oops...I had embedded the wrong video earlier...Heh.)
At the Holland Bar yesterday afternoon
Uh, still not open yet. And the gate was down.
On Tuesday, the Times ran a feature saying the Ninth Avenue dive might be open as soon as the next day! Seemed awfully optimistic, especially given the state of the place that I saw the previous week. At that time, two weeks even seemed like a stretch to for the bar to reopen.
In any event, the place will be open again...just don't know when for sure.
An unusual tag
After leaving the Holland yesterday, I walked on West 35th Street ... where on the door to this rather abandoned-looking building, I spotted some ususual graffiti...
Not a tag that you see everyday.
I consulted with The Graffiti Friend of EV Grieve. He had never seen such a tag either. More of an intellectual twist on the ubiquitous Baby Dino and Chef Pants. Just one of those interesting, mysterious things that you see around the city, The Graffiti Friend of EV Grieve said in a rather intersting, mysterious way.
Not a tag that you see everyday.
I consulted with The Graffiti Friend of EV Grieve. He had never seen such a tag either. More of an intellectual twist on the ubiquitous Baby Dino and Chef Pants. Just one of those interesting, mysterious things that you see around the city, The Graffiti Friend of EV Grieve said in a rather intersting, mysterious way.
Noted
Labels:
Bowery Wine Company,
Bruce Willis,
the Bowery,
yuppie scum
Danger: Swamp Ass Area
On Cooper Square.
Meanwhile a little farther north...At the under-construction Cooper Union building at Cooper Square between Seventh Street and Sixth Street. Charming!
Chloe Sevigny dig promptly lands St. Mark's retailer Daily News feature story
From the Daily News today:
He doesn't like being called grumpy, but if the sock fits ...
The East Village sock salesman deemed the "grumpiest man on Earth" by actress Chloe Sevigny isn't embracing the title -- but he isn't denying it, either.
"I have my moments," acknowledged Marty Rosen, 45, owner of The Sock Man on St. Marks Place. "I'm from New York. We all have our moments."
Labels:
Chloe Sevigny,
East Village,
grumps,
St. Mark's Place
The Villager remembers "the father of bicycles"
Emey Hoffman, who ran several shops through the years, most recently Busy Bee Bicycles on East Sixth Street near First Avenue, died on Jan. 7. He was 63. “Emey started on bicycles when he was about 10 years old hanging around bike shops on the Lower East Side,” his brother Jon told The Villager. “When I told George, who has a bicycle shop on E. Fourth St., that Emey died, he started to cry and said, ‘The father of bicycles is dead,’”
Thursday, January 29, 2009
EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning edition
Meet the man behind Stogo (New York Observer)
The end of the NYC yunnie? (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)
The hipster rent boys of NYC (New York Observer)
Fewer fatcats and corporations buying private jets (New York Times)
Apparently there's no salt for the sidewalks in Stuy Town (Lux Living)
East Village to Be Renamed Momofuku Village? (Esquared)
Ride the MTA circa the 1970s (Greenwich Village Daily Photo)
LES skyline keeps on growing and...(BoweryBoogie)
The Yankee Stadium replacement parkland overrun even fatter than CC Sabathia's contract (Washington Square Park)
The Trump SoHo feature: All is well here!
The New York Post's real estate section today has a cover story titled "Rock, Hudson!: TRUMP'S NEW TOWER SHAKES UP SLEEPY HUDSON SQUARE AREA."
I'll say.
The piece is so full of whoppers, it's hard to know where to start. So how about here:
"[Trump SoHo] is a fantastic emblem to have on the corner," says Prudential Douglas Elliman's Frances Katzen, who is selling the Renwick, a condo building set to rise in Hudson Square. "[But] the building has had a lot to overcome."
Despite protests from neighborhood groups and other controversies -- including the discovery of a 19th-century African church burial ground on the site -- Trump is rising quickly.
"We thought there was a place for younger product downtown," says Ivanka Trump.
Phew! Did away with those "controversies!"
All the "Rock, Hudson!" author had to do was pay a visit to Curbed or maybe just read the headline and second deck of Michael Idov's feature on the property last March 30 in New York:
Trump Soho Is Not an Oxymoron
It’s a 46-story skyscraper being built on a graveyard that’s brought together shadowy Russians and a billionaire brand name to attract internationals in a zoning-skirting scheme that’s enraged the neighborhood, sent glass shattering to the street, and killed a construction worker. It’s New York in the aughts, and inside there’s a luxury suite just for you.
The worker's name was Yurly Vanchytsky. He lived in Brooklyn. He died last Jan. 14. According to reports, he fell 42 stories when he was knocked over by a wooden form used to set concrete collapsed as it was being moved by a crane.
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