lately, the gagosian galleries presented back to back shows that very few museum could put up. the new avedon exhibition is one of them, the huge prints of the warhol factory and the ginsberg crew are fantastic. some prints are more expected but always nice to see. makes you realize how the guy was ahead… and still is. a must see. by pp.
not all fans look like fans
ok we all loved supreme, and that red box with its bold type is pretty cool. but like all punk rock bands that start out cool and soon find a bunch of losers pretend moshing at their feet, supreme has also come full circle. maybe its all those lady gaga ads that did them in? i never really got that! i mean, what does supreme have in common with gaga or her fans? i pass by the store often when in town, and i see the lines round the block like its “born this way” at ticketmaster and think to myself “who are these people?” they are nothing like what you’d think to see from supreme’s projected image, but rather a bunch of nerdy, zit faced, trust-fund masterbaters who line up the street mid-week, from morning to night, for a piece of that red tape. you can’t blame supreme for that, but it just makes things worse when you see the “store clerk” step out like henry rollins, fluff up and try and drop some attitude upon these god-forsaken souls. i mean yeah, that must feel really grand to boss around a bunch of teenage nerds who are dying to buy your logo clad t-shirts… i would at least drop the facade and fess up to selling out, and when you do, this is who you get at your doorstep, so don’t act all evil. by pr
every thursday should be like last thursday. after a full on month back from the holidays, i finally took a day off to rejuvenate. i slept till 11 am (i usually do, but still), picked up my date, and went for a coffee at la colombe. then, we walked to the greenwich hotel, which is partly owned by robert deniro. the lobby is not impressive and the neither is the hotel really; but, if you want a private, quiet and out-of-the way place in the heart of NYC then this is probably it. downstairs at the hotel is the greenwich hotel spa and indoor pool. we had a hinoki bath for 2 containing a blend of hinoki cypress, cedar, mint, sage, and minerals, in a full on japanese “imported” room with low ceilings and tatami mat. we were catered to by a true japanese masseuse with little english ability (refreshing). while in our hinoki soaked bath, we were handed amazing drinks containing mint, ginger, and lemon which were so amazing i wanted to take them home (approx $95). after turning in to mush, i headed to my massage. a “drunken lotus” ritual as they call it (approx $200-280). by the end i was floating and could barely feel my legs. regardless, i dragged myself to BAM in brooklyn, one of the last places in NY to be showing “pina” the 3d film by win wenders on pina bausch. i was unsold on the 3d, and found it to be sensationalist and a total waste of material; but, after seeing it i was pleasantly surprised at how well it worked. regardless, i still think its quite unnecessary generally speaking. on the other hand, the film was out of this world. the sequences filmed on everyday streets and outdoor spaces were truly magical, as you never see dance in such a setting (films preview). a beautiful homage and a must see film ideally in a theater. so what’s next? japanese food of course, to keep the SPA experience alive. i had a fabulous grilled salmon with skin, and plenty of sake. i finished the early night with woody allen’s “midnight in paris”. another great film i had missed. this one was unfortunately off screen but it was the best woody allen film since he stopped being in his films. i loved it. owen wilson is a natural woody embodiment without cheap imitation. sometimes, when i see a good film, i wish i could erase my memory and watch all my favorite films again. thursday was the closest i could get to that. we had some wine and finished the day early in bed and i slept like a log. it was a day i would recommend to just about any friend or foe. by uh
the last place I would expect to find a place like this would be a tiny street in the heart of chinatown. why? because it’s mexican to begin with. since there is no sign saying pulqueria at the door, you have to ask the bouncers of apotheke next door: where the hell is pulqueria? and then they point to the vietnamese restaurant sign that you’ve passed by 10 times within the last 5 minutes. but its all worth it once you go downstairs to see an exciting list of cocktails and micheladas (beer with lime, canlentina spices, chili-salt rim!). oh and it gets better- the kitchen is open till 12, so if you got too excited with the drinks, you can have something delicious to eat. the name comes from the native beverage of central mexico, “pulque” a milk colored drink that’s made from fermented sap of the maguey plant. they offer you a shot of it when you sit at the bar. pulqueria is on 11 doyers street near bowery. by ak
was quietly editing today along with my santal 33 candle from le labo, when i came across the issue of harper’s bazaar russia. i’m amazed as to how russian language has changed since i used to speak it as a child. forget high german, i can barely understand it. that said, mr. penot’s life is a life of envy. who wouldn’t want to be around the fabulous smells and good vibes of le labo on a daily basis? they have become a little piece of nolita’s modern history by now and we can’t get enough of them… by xy
model agyness deyn’s ridiculous apartment in williamsburg…makes me want to laugh, cry, and puke all at the same time. apparently on the market for $2.5 mil- i think i’ll pass. by m+m
these views never get old. by jr
pretty cheap looking considering gaga and barneys, i mean the only thing missing on that tacky shiny ribbon are the words “grand opening” or ” lost our lease.” or maybe, now hiring a new creative director? sorry had to say that. where is simon doonan? by dd
if you are extremely gentle, charming and soft spoken you may want to peek in. now don’t flood the gates, this could be a private invite, but since no one comes here i thought it’ll do no harm. hope that’s o.k. mark. I’ll be there. by dd
well actually that’s “gnudi” sir for you… and falai on lafayette street in NYC has the best of the best. it’s the only dish i order there every single time. ad a nice glass of red and sit outside and your lunch is set. unlike gnocchi, cousin gnudi (pronounced “nu-dee”), is sans potato, just spinach and ricotta cheese and pure goodness. my mouth is watering now. by dd
talking about architects graves, if marcel breuer was a pharaoh this would be his pyramid by pp’
aaah ping pong… you gotta be super geeky or super cool to play it, but you gotta be super. this thursday november 17th from 6-8:30 at the conran shop at ABC home in NYC. and here’s the rsvp, hope that’s ok since no one reads our blog i guess we are allowed to post it: rsvp@conranusa.com. if you are in town stop by for drinks, music and a chance to beat the “table tennis champ” (p.s. what the f is table tennis). ping pong table by swedish designer johan liden of aruliden. by dd
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