Has the day at last arrived when the city is nostalgic for the year 2000? Ecstasy made the cover of The New York Times Magazine. The tide of bottle service was rising, and downtown’s rock clubs like CBGB were the scene of early shows by a rowdy band called the Strokes. If their sound was something of a throwback, and the venues that hosted them past their primes, well, one thing hadn’t changed: If you went out at night, you could still smoke inside.
Last week in The Times we read a piece under the headline “A City Gets Its Groove Back” that made New York sound like a middle-aged parent fresh from an invigorating divorce. And indeed, the city has been through its traumas, and even the most flush among us have had to do some belt-tightening, stay home, get some sleep and fend off nightmares.
But with summer over and everyone back in town for Fashion Week, there was no point in staying in. So we dispatched two reporters to find our new groove. One went uptown, to the new club Lavo, and one downtown to the reopened Don Hill’s. We remembered Don Hill’s as the site of the city’s prime hipster ’80s dance parties before Sway took over. Lavo was going for something higher end and deliberately less frenzied.
The backers at both clubs had dabbled with each other before-at Marquee, for instance, where Lavo co-owner Noah Tepperberg was a partner and Paul Sevigny of Don Hill’s regularly spun. Sure enough, the crowd at both clubs overlapped as well: Nicky Hilton, Brett Ratner, Dori Cooperman, Rosson Crow, Malik Sochic and Eric Balfour, to name six.
Any nightclub, any bar, is a collaboration in illusion, between the owners, the staff, the clientele even those left outside the ropes. Herewith our reports. Consider them partial and provisional. Nobody remembers every detail of a good night out. -The Editors