
Late nights on Bowery with Lady Aiko.

Late nights on Bowery with Lady Aiko.

The White Roof Project laid down a first coat of white paint on La Mama’s rooftop on Wednesday, adding another 7,000 square feet of solar-reflective white roof to the neighborhood in an ongoing effort to reduce carbon emissions and encourage energy efficiency. Read my full report in The New York Times Local East Village section here. Go White Roof!

Japanese-born, Brooklyn resident Lady Aiko is the first female artist to win a commission for the Bowery Mural Wall, and Tuesday she finished her piece after a week at work. One of the coolest things about living around the corner is watching these murals change. I love the vibrant, feminine, slightly cheeky concept here. It also feels less aggressive – and more hopeful – than murals of the past. Check out Lady Aiko’s meisterwerk in its purest form before someone inevitably scrawls something on it.

(Source: New York Writes Itself, via Animal)

My photos from Stella McCartney’s 2012 Resort Presentation are in The New York Times today! The icing on the (vegan) cakeball is that the garden party was right in my backyard at Marble Cemetery. Good times, indeed.

Tonight’s inspiration: Hamilton wailing like his life depended on it. So great seeing The Walkmen back at Bowery Ballroom.

Gotham sky. Over Pulino’s on the Bowery.

Billy’s Antiques was on the Bowery long before I. Proprietor Billy Leroy sold odd finds for nearly 3 decades at the crossroads of Bowery and Houston Street. His tent was a key location in one of my favorite movies, Kissing Jessica Stein. He was surly and at times indignant and I loved it.

This New York Times piece on Billy is among of my favorites, from 2007: “Looking wearily at the Whole Foods on the corner, Mr. Leroy noted that the site was once occupied by a parking lot with a bustling drug bazaar. Pointing to a metal hatch in the median on East Houston Street, he recalled that it had once led to a subterranean homeless community. Mr. Leroy himself experienced what he calls the neighborhood’s “dark side.” One of his employees shot himself in the basement of a nearby bar, and on another occasion two men got into a knife fight in his store.”
I’m sorry to see him go. Ever the huckster, he emptied out his tent and left nothing but this casket. A metaphor for the Bowery if there ever was one.

Heart on Bowery. Sometimes it’s the little things.

Creeping heart. East 2nd Street between Bowery and Second Avenue.

Full moon rising over Bowery.

Stanley Steemer, Bond Street.

East Village Rocks! At least someone still thinks so. The charming Anyway Cafe, still kicking since 1995, on Second Street between Second and Bowery.