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The Wee Hours: Nightlife's New Holiest of Holies

On one of the last busy evenings of Fashion Week, the suppertime clique that had turned up for the AnOther magazine dinner at the Fat Radish on Orchard was making the trek to the after-party. A breeze had split the night’s air. Most of the gang opted to walk, despite—or due to?—the hash brownies with which many, including The Observer, had topped off the meal. Read More

Obits

Don Hill, the Best Guy at the Bar, Passes Away

Don Hill, the man responsible for the legendary Spring Street spot that carries his name, passed away yesterday. He was 66 years old.

Like many others, we knew him. “I don’t talk too much,” Mr. Hill said to The Observer, moments after we had met. It was a September afternoon, and in the empty hallway Read More

The Wee Hours

Chloë in the Early Morning

Chloë Sevigny was standing a few feet from the DJ booth, swaying in a polka-dot dress and a black beret. Sometime around midnight she had started drinking Patrón against her will.

“It’s not my favorite,” she told The Observer Saturday night, talking not two centimeters from our nose. The Human League was wailing on the Read More