On Saturday, two neighborhood long-timers quietly said goodbye. In Greenpoint, the Palace Cafe, which had officially closed Sept. 3 after 60 years in business, held one last goodbye party. Meanwhile, in the East Village, Edge Bar turned off its neon “SLEEP LATE” sign after 29 years on East 3rd Street. In what was surely a somber bar crawl, photographer Nick McManus went to both to take some Parting Shots for us.
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When Bruce Springsteen said, “Meet me tonight in Atlantic City,” he failed to mention it would cost $1,000.
Jersey’s native son is about to ride into that tunnel of love– or the Holland Tunnel, anyway– and make some New York appearances. But, sorry, if you want to attend his meet-and-greet at the Barnes & Noble in Union Square, it’s going to be a Park Avenue freeze-out. Tickets are all sold out. Oh, but what’s this? A kind soul is offering up two extras. The asking price? All that heaven will allow, pretty much.
The Donald Trump tombstone that artist Brian Andrew Whiteley planted in Central Park in March is now on display in Bushwick. Friday night, we stopped by Christopher Stout Gallery’s pop-up to pay our respects to the man who “Made America Hate Again.” While we were at the opening, we asked attendees to come up with their own epitaph for the Trump campaign. Click through the slideshow to see their responses.
What happens when you take a bunch of hedonists who throw parties inside of musty East Williamsburg warehouses and give them free reign over a lakeside Poconos resort? Danceheads will have a chance to find out at the Ray-Ban x Boiler Room Weekender on the weekend of November 4. The festival is set to take place at the Split Rock Resort in Lake Harmony, Pennsylvania and looks to be a veritable fantasyland for ravers.
Sure, it’s gonna be nearly 90 degrees out today, but Halloween is fast approaching and it’s time to start thinking about your costume. After all, the Anthony Weiner getup you were considering after seeing Weiner isn’t going to fly now that even the Post has declared “IT’S NOT A JOKE ANYMORE.” And don’t even think about being Trump– or one of his zombie followers, who consider brains a foodstuff rather than a presidential qualification. Safe to say Ricky’s is going to run out of orange facepaint pretty quickly this year.
Development on the Lower East Side is such that every time your parents visit and you look for a place to put them up, there’s some new hotel you’ve never heard of. One of the latest entrants, on Allen Street, is the Sago, which describes the LES as the city’s “most alluring metropolitan gem” and describes itself as “an orchestra of mechanical and rustic energies.” Okay, then!
If you’re worried– as many are– that the rollout of citywide ferry service will be hampered by all the usual delays, Bill de Blasio wants you to chill. The mayor announced today that construction of 19 ferry boats has officially commenced, and the first batch of them will hit city waters in early 2017.
Sorry, but after David Bowie played Andy Warhol in Basquiat, does anyone else need to take a crack at Andy? Jared Leto thinks so. He’s producing and starring in a film that Terence Winter (of HBO’s Vinyl) will adapt from Victor Bockris’s 1989 book Warhol: The Biography. This is probably the most horrific news since Jason Segel announced he was playing David Foster Wallace. But whereas all it took to pull off DFW was a bandana and some mumbling about 15 minutes of fame, Andy is going to be trickier. Sure, there’ll be mumbling about fame, but as Vulture notes it’s also going to take 40 wigs and a mummified human foot. Needless to say, you’re going to want to soak in some real Warhol before Jared Leto ruins him for all of us. Luckily, you’ll soon have two golden opportunities.
Beauty & Essex cleverly fronts as a jewelry store, but last month two men decided they’d have better luck snatching bling outside of the Lower East Side club. When that didn’t go smoothly, shots were fired, sending a man to the hospital.
They call him the “Pizza Nazi” of Rockaway Beach, but this past Sunday, a shirtless Whitney Aycock was sprawled out on a deck overlooking a quiet marina in the Rockaways, vibing on reggae and sipping beer. He was the embodiment of Ole Man Chill, the dockside hang spot where he’s been spending a lot of time lately.
While Poseidon’s Parade was going down in Rockaway, Astor Alive! took over the renovated Astor Place and Cooper Square in Manhattan. As noted last week, the Astor cube was nowhere to be found, but the Village Alliance saw to it that it was represented via spinning cardboard cubes that were hoisted in the air during the two-day festival’s closeout procession. And one thing made a glorious return, at least: Jim “Mosaic Man” Power unveiled one of his mosaic-dotted light poles at the new Alamo Plaza.