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They Razed Clubland And Put Up A Food Court
Limelight Marketplace, the mall that has taken over the old Limelight space in the even-older Church Of The Holy Communion, is now open for business — complete with club-kid mannequins, flip-flop kiosk, and the obligatory "oh look we're in New York we're so fun and kooky, ack chocolate!" cupcake outpost. [Via]
Weird. I walked past there today and a tuxedoed bouncer on a red carpet sort of stared me down and I was like, what is going in there at 1:30 in the afternoon?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
One of the security guys there (possibly even the tuxed guy you saw) was on the local news last night, and (supposedly) was a bouncer there back in its club days.
Where do you buy the Special K?
In the VIP room Michael Alig has the drugs confiscated by the bouncers.
BTW, if anybody wants to know what happens in next week's "Cathy," feel free to ask (it involves dieting).
Is she trying on bathing suits?
"Aargh!"
Let me check… No. Post "Mother's Day" fad diet.
@kitten_witawip
This just makes me want to puke. I really used to love New York, back when it had some balls.
"…when the DJ decided to play "Walk on the Wild Side," it felt like some kind of poignant commentary on the Old Crazy Days."
Why don't you poignant this, you fucking wanker? Initial caps? Maybe we could all rub up against the Very Walls where Leonard Cohen himself Once Pissed?
Give me back the wiseguys, the winos, the piss-smelly stoops, the hookers, the cigar-chewing cabbies, the shit and exquisite danger of a real metropolis. At least it was real; not plastic.
Gone, gone. Fucking London's even worse. Berlin, too.
Old Crazy Days? Fucking bite me.
You're like the anti-Travis Bickle.
Seriously, you want all you describe, head out to Brooklyn. Even the good neighborhoods.
Also, this whole re-imagining of the Limelight seems like a stunt from "The Apprentice."
Miss u, Reigndance.
I think turning Movida into an exotic plant store was a better nightclub re-use. It is one of the things that reminds me this city can still be wily.
Oh, for the record there was a Brighton Beach nightclub (not "The National") that turned into a Valley National Bank in the past few years.
Blows my mind because the place is FILLED with marble. And my dad always talked about it as it was slowly being built during the late 1980s.
Now it's a Valley National Bank… With ATMs.