...think of large bureaucracies, prisons, central banking systems... Federal Cafe? Does the Board of Governors appoint the chef?
Heh.
The store is one of those rare, old-time New York places that are almost impossible to find these days. Two-thirds of the store is devoted to yarn, knitting, mannequins, candles, homemade lollipops, porcelain hands designed to hold your rings, and blouses. It's like a thousand five-and-dime stores crammed into 600 square feet. The remaining third -- the front corner of the store -- is devoted to videogames.
lvv said...
I think the most ridiculous part of this crawl may not be the Snuggies, but the sequence of bars.
Why, after SideBar, would one go to two places a few aves east and streets south, only to return to Belmont, which is literally across the street from SideBar? Aren't bar crawls supposed to be sort of directionally sense-making? Are they trying to make people barf?
These are rhetorical questions of course.
In New York some signs of that future are obvious: fewer cars, less traffic, less of the old busy hum of the economic beehive. New York will, literally, get dimmer. Its magical bright-light nighttime skyline will glitter less as fewer companies inhabit the skyscrapers and put on the lights that make the city glow.
A prediction: By 2010 the mayor, in a variation on broken-window theory, will quietly enact a bright-light theory, demanding that developers leave the lights on whether there are tenants in the buildings or not, lest the world stand on a rise in New Jersey and get the impression no one's here and nobody cares.
The New York of the years 1750 to 2008 — a city that existed for money and for all the arts and delights and beauties money brings — is for the first time going to struggle with questions about its reason for being. This will cause profound dislocations. For a good while the young will continue to flock in, for cheaper rents. Artists will still want to gather with artists — you cannot pick up the Metropolitan Museum and put it in Alma, Mich. But there will be a certain diminution in the assumption of superiority on which New York has long run, and been allowed, by America, to run.
Lady GaGa decided to pull the ol' "Pretend to Take Pictures of the Paparazzi" routine last night while leaving Bungalow 8 in London. It's a celeb tactic to deter the paps from taking shots because your face is obscured. Of course, it's slightly more effective when, I dunno, you're not wearing a see-through shirt with tape over your nipples.