I know the Jazz Age Lawn Party has already worn out on the blogosphere (well said James Nord, who also took some mighty fine photos himself), but I’m still loving Jamie Beck’s account of the day on Gov Island. This is the one NYC event we’ve never been in town for, and we can’t make the one in August either. I’m determined to be there next year, camera in tow, dancing shoes on, and long beads around my neck!
“In theory, Mars Bar has the option to move back into the new building, but if it does it is going to be nearly impossible for the bar to recreate the smell and look of decades of abuse. But don’t despair drunks, anything is possible when you put your mind to it!”
Another E Vil institution bites the dust. Yes, Mars Bar is GROSS, but everyone should go at least once! It’s got character, history, and it’s the kind of place you’d tell your kids about. It seems the balance has officially tipped away from those places in favor of Starbucks, the latest west coast fro-yo joints, and teeny bop chain clothing stores. Boo.