A FREE AND INDEPENDENT HIGHLINE
Yes, we know the Highline has been saved from the mean old developers and will be converted to some kind of park. But we’re going to miss that illicit feeling, sneaking up there and experiencing a truly natural wild space in the middle of Manhattan. Oh well. More room to rollerblade.
COURTMARTIAL FOR ADMIRAL’S ROW?
Situated along the edge of Brooklyn’s Navy Yard, these beautiful 19th-century residencies were built — as their name might suggest — for officer types taking shore leave. But now it looks like the Navy Yard wants to level them, to which we say: “Boooooooo, Navy Yard!”
ON THE WATERFRONT
Developers develop. And build, and crush and pave. In New York, gentrification is turbo-charged and the good citizens of Williamsburg and Greenpoint best not get too attached to their accessible, beer-by-the-shore view of Manhattan.
LIVE NUDE GIRLS!
As the mythology of “Seedy Times Square” recedes further into the distance, the musty reality of dank emporiums catering to lurking unimaginations fades with it. The Playpen on Eighth Avenue, and the Peep Show on 33rd Street (pictured above) are a couple of the last spots with any connection to a fleshpot tradition that goes back to age of the Tenderloin District. Please insert another 25¢.
THE DARK HEART OF HIPSTERDOM
Bedford and N7th St, Williamsburg. Though the McDonald’s rumor has been all over this neighborhood for a decade, the latest version has it taking over the local Sally Anne. Whatever the case, this prime location is bound to change by 2007.
WHAT WILL WE DO WITHOUT OUR TOYS?
This baby-blue painted novelty store at 931 Broadway is going the way of all the old vaudeville performers it used to supply. Where oh where are we going to get our vital supply of canes, masks, lanterns, wigs, beards, party hats, grab bags, tricks, puzzles and the ever-important “joke items”? Goodbye M. Gordon Novelty, you magnificent old bastard.
DUMBO COBBLESTONE DEATHWATCH
The acronym DUMBO is a real estate developer’s contruction. Yet now we all use it, as we grudgingly accept that a million dollars isn’t too much money to have one’s eardrums assaulted by bridge traffic and construction din. And apparently the cobblestones, though picturesque, wreak havoc with luxury sedans. Cry me a riverfront view.