LOST: lost CK button - reward! (East Village)
Hello, I lost a button, 3/8” in diameter, four holes ideally suited for a cross stitch, black, Calvin Klein.while I was walking along first avenue. Reward, $500. It belonged to a fine garment which I purchased at Macy’s. I’m currently wearing somethi […]
via craigslist new york | lost & found search http://bit.ly/WeQoMn
This person is either an idiot or my future best friend.
There is an empty lot on 13th St between 2nd and 3rd Aves that has been empty for as long as I’ve been here, which is especially a long time for a prime piece of real estate to remain undeveloped. In the summer, plant life grows around all the rubble and trash and turns the lot into an urban jungle where syringes grow on trees. Really! (Taken with Instagram)
Watermelon and kale. (Taken with Instagram at The Wayland)
Some douchechills defaced the Alamo cube at Astor Place. You are the reason we can’t have nice things. (Taken with Instagram at Alamo “The Cube”)
Mediocre Lines from a Mediocre Book that I Definitely Might Write
I stepped off the downtown M15 bus and onto the East Village pavement; a pavement saturated with the blood, sweat, and tears of immigrant workers and punks of the past. And as I stepped down, a child behind me kicked out an empty Bud Light can with a plastic straw stuck inside. I watched it clatter down the bus stairs and into the gutter, the plastic straw remaining steadfast amidst all of this movement. I stood staring at this aluminum carcass, and an audible “Ugh” was all I could muster, because, come on, New York, who drinks a Bud Light with a straw? GO AWAY.
RETNA Houston Wall
I always get a lil sad when the wall gets taken down, especially one so awesome.
I loved the last one by FAILE, but when I saw what was going up my hopes went back up.
Marquis Lewis, better known to the street-art world as Retna, has been painting one of his signature hieroglyphic works on the wall at Houston Street near Bowery for the past two days. Our photographer Tim Schreier stopped by yesterday afternoon and earlier today to document his progress. The artist was still at work when we last checked in with him at 6:45 p.m. this evening – we’ll show you his finished mural once it’s completed.
I haven’t been back past it since it started - but will have to try and take a stroll past it at some stage this week to see the finished piece.
More by RETNA here. The Local piece here.
Please hold caller.
I love this wall. It is almost always adorned with something awesome. Except for that one time they got Shepard Fairey. YUCK.
The absolutely charming Anthony Pisano has been living in his East Village apartment for decades… and he usually leaves his door open. Anyone is welcome to drop by and come into his living space (which looks more like an antique shop)…
I’ve met this guy on his front step. He’s a fantastic, charming, and sweet individual and a true character. Do yourself a favor and watch this video – the story at the end combined with the way this man thinks about life is a spectacular combination.
Old timers are great regardless of the neighborhood, but East Village has some really nice ones.
Anyway, I suppose I can have a little hormonal cry before I go to sleep tonight.
Singer Gavin DeGraw beaten in the East Village, hospitalized
GETTY IMAGES FOR LUXOR - Singer/songwriter Gavin DeGraw.
Pop singer Gavin DeGraw was viciously beaten by a pack of thugs on the Lower East Side early today — and then hit by a taxi as he stumbled off, police sources said.
The 34-year-old crooner — who’s spent the summer opening for superstar rockers Maroon 5 and Train — had been drinking and just left a group of pals when he was attacked by the marauding perps sometime between 3:50 and 4:20 a.m. at 6th Street and 1st Avenue, the sources said.
He had his nose broken and suffered cuts on his face, they said.
The creeps then fled, and the dazed singer, whose hit song “Chariot” went platinum, kept walking, sources said.
He wound up at 19th Street and 1st Avenue, where he was struck by a cab, although not seriously, they said.
He remained in Bellevue Hospital tonight.
via The New York Post
@tristaneaton: Is it just me that’s noticed the rise in crime this summer? Many robberies & assaults happening. Cops say so too…
BE AWARE: Recent East Village holdups
Damn, son, East Village is getting ‘hood (again).
Dubheads are everywhere. Womp womp. (Taken with Instagram at East Village)
On preventative measures…
All I need at the end of a long night of drinking is a small order of Veselka’s goat cheese and arugula pierogies, boiled not fried, topped with sour cream and sauteed onions, and I’m sorted.
No hangover the next day, no queasy feelings, no regrets.
On NY: The Sequel…
So far, it’s weird. It’s really weird getting off a plane and not waiting “45” minutes for SuperShuttle to pick me up. It’s weird not getting dropped off at the building next to the laundromat between 1st and 2nd Avenue on 13th St. It’s weird not dragging a 50-pound suitcase up to a third-floor walk-up apartment, down the left hallway, on the right. I am homesick for a place that is no longer my home.
Right now, I am commuting into Manhattan from South Ozone Park, Queens. I don’t feel right this far out in Queens. I don’t fit in. It’s not the proximity to Manhattan. It’s just Ozone Park. I also don’t fit into Upper East or West Sides. I don’t feel comfortable in TriBeCa or Midtown or Gramercy or Harlem or West Village or LES. It’s the East Village for me; it always has been.