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I'd want to double check some of the square footages of the rentable areas for those shops before passing final judgement, but it looks from the plans and renderings that they are far too small to accommodate any real retail operation. And if South Street Seaport taught us anything, it's that a mall of kiosk-sized retailers does not a successful venture make. There isn't enough foot traffic or revenue for it to make any sense.
My opinion is that the reports of 75% leased is exaggeration, and if the whole thing does manage to open, it will be shuttered in two years. Seriously, the biggest retail space is on the second floor of a church with no street presence? Really?
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These renderings sicken me.
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-16 in 1986, got into the VIP Library with a party that included Rupert Everett. Who was very nice, and very out of it. Coke, everywhere, not my scene, I realized.
-1991, as in that interesting video: the place was democratized, crowds and all. I met Michael Alig and James St. James, who seemed to adore me for my crinoline and bustle (I am not kidding.) I turned down the drugs they offered, didn't trust them. Ugh, to think about it now. Creeps, really.
-1991, made out with a well-known model Rachel on an upper level as a mohawked woman in a cage danced ferociously to blaring techno 40 ft. above the dance floor. On shrooms. Girls not ultimately my thing, though it was hers. Memorable.
-1992. I volunteered for the Clinton campaign to sign up young scenesters to vote. The Clinton campaign fucked up, never sent my liaison to Limelight, but the good workers sent me alone to the upper floor offices. Basically, I walked into Peter Gatien's inner sanctum- wall to wall CCTV screens covering every corner of the club. He revolved in his chair with his eye patch like Dr. No, barked, "Who the fuck are you?!".
I explained, he softened, but I got the hell out of there. All my friends were playing pool and drinking Scotch in the East village that wintry night, and I joined them as soon as I could. Last I saw of Limelight. It was a demimonde you ultimately didn't want to spend too much time in. Rather druggy and sinister in the day.
Not even mentioning Party Monster.
(Sorry for the long story.)
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I never knew Limelight save through its declining days in 1999-2000, when it looked decidedly sleazy in a shit Batman sequel kind of way.
Centro Fly was more my scene until the cowboy hat bottle blonde brigade moved in for the kill.
Incidentally I believe the church is the work of Richard Upjohn, architect of Trinity Church on Wall Street.
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It was a glam circus for that moment, but leaving that and getting real- who you love, who's your friend- was far more valuable than that glittery scene.
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Probably a good thing the Clinton event never happened. Imagine what the right-wing would have made of Hilary collecting votes from that crowd!
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These do not strike me as products aimed at "fat Texas tourists."
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Get ready for Poltergeist IV: Satan's Sneakers
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