Hey, he didn’t name his LES beverage shop Teany for nothing: hipster vegan and technically active musician recently spoke to Bizarre magazine about his next entrepreneurial endeavor: pornography. Of course. Why not.
On a recent Sunday, The Observer stood on a vacant lot neighboring the East River. While wistfully admiring Manhattan’s picturesque Eastern skyline, we soaked in the park’s halcyon beauty. Turning back to face the body of the Randall’s Island, we tried to visualize this site swarming with thousands of sweaty, painted, and dust-covered beings.
The next time The Observer will be here the scene will be much different. In less than one month, this site will be filled with a crowd—twice the size of a packed-house at Madison Square Garden—moshing to the most celebrated deejays in house and electronic music.
The Post dropped by Moby’s apartment recently, where he showed the tab around his 1,200-square-foot loft in a former Civil War prison. The eletronica king moved in back in 1996, according to city records, when the area was just a no-man’s-land north of Little Italy, yet to be rebranded by bohos and brokers as Read More
The Humane Society is not a hypocritical organization — and so the cuisine served at its benefit gala Wednesday night was, fittingly, vegan. (Munching on seitan chops, The Observer barely missed the meat and cream.) The event packed 525 animal lovers, including Topper Mortimer, Prince Dimitri of Yugoslavia, Hunt Slonem, Sharon Bush, and co-chairs Amanda Read More
Booze & Books
Sloane Crosley celebrated her second book–How Did You Get This Number, from Riverhead–with a party last night at the Spotted Pig.
She wore a fetching strapless dress, carried a flashdrive of music from a friend (which she threatened to use as a switchblade, or maybe a Taser), and urged guests to try the deviled eggs Read More
For a while there, it seemed as though every time you turned on a Toyota commercial or ate vegan food downtown, you couldn’t help but hear an atmospheric synthesizer and processed vocals telling you “we rock the party” or whatever. This was thanks to Moby. Love him or hate him, the bespectacled, very bald musician Read More
Want to see a map that tells you exactly where Diane von Furstenberg likes to shop (Moss, for home pieces) and pick up flowers (Miho Kosuda Ltd)? Or where Danny Meyer goes for some Japanese (Yakitori Torys)? Or where Moby goes antique shopping (Billy’s Antiques) and claims to grab a beer (Mars Bar … really?)? Read More
David Lynch likes to swim in “an ocean of consciousness,” which he was describing to a sold-out crowd at Radio City Music Hall on the evening of Saturday, April 4.
“It is an ocean of infinite intelligence. Creativity. Happiness known as bliss. Infinite universal love. Energy. Dynamic peace,” mused the 63-year-old filmmaker, dressed in a Read More
Suck sounds like one of those films that end up being more fun to gossip about than to watch. But since the thing isn’t coming out till next fall, we’ve got a good while to revel in the absurdity. To backtrack a bit: The flick, written and directed by Rob Stefaniuk, is a chronicle of Read More
On Monday, Dec. 15, the Transom ventured out to Varick Street’s Chung King studios, where Tim Harrington—the bearded, antic frontman of art rock band Les Savy Fav—had gathered a group of his friends to film a spoof of Michael Jackson’s 1985 “We Are the World” extravaganza for his series Beardo, which airs on Pitchfork.tv, the Read More