there’s this devilish sense of the grime that’s completely unfiltered about 190 bowery. a staple to the lower east side, it’s one of the last reminiscences i get from the jean basquiat heroin infused days of new york.

having just sold for 55 million (originally bought for 100k in the 60’s) – whole foods clones across the street are, i’m sure, thrilled. by sp