Thursday evening I was in the Bowery, New York's last down-trodden neighborhood, which has been gentrifying for the past several years, with highrises and million-dollar condos supplanting the weekly hotels, lighting and restaurant supply stores.
But now we've reached the bitter end, for sure. Subway (as in food, not public transit) has come to the Bowery. Across the street is Chase Bank and as you move further down toward Houston Street, more and more generic brick boxes and unimaginative architecture is supplanting the charm of the former drug addicts and needles on the sidewalk. Oh, sigh...
Liz D. and I attended a book signing party for a new Mick Jagger biopic at Bowery Electric... while several doors down newly minted designer boutiques had countless beautiful people lined up for Fashion Week events. Talk about discordant crowds.
Fashion Week takes over the Bowery... note the "mannequin" in the window is alive!Signs of the old... the seedy Arcade Hotel... and a hipster!
Liz D. and meese at Bowery Electric. Just old.