Sons of Essex’s Matt Levine Talks About His New, Yet-To-Open Mysterious Space At 205 Chrystie St.

With The Elsinore poised to open up in just a week or so, things on that very strange block Stanton between Bowery and Chrystie are taking yet another step in a new direction. Because it effectively dead-ends on both sides, traffic is very restricted, which has made it a home for those less fortunate who have gathered near the Bowery Mission for eons. The New Museum and a string of art galleries, boutiques, and little restaurants have given a new look to the area. The streets are still a bit dark and the well-heeled walk fast, past the shoeless, as new development gears to bring even more change. Matt Levine and his posse have taken the 205 Chrystie space which has, like much of the people hanging around it these days, …never amounted to anything. There was a run with rock promo icons like Vegas that offered a handful of fun nights. It was a kind of cool dive bar called 6’s and 8’s. There was even a foray by the usually perfect Serge Becker of Miss Lily’s and

La Esquina fame. At 205, he was a little less than perfect. Matt Levine is hot with his Sons of Essex, a smash success. I asked him to tell me what he could tell me at this very early stage. He couldn’t say much as the process of opening is long and rife with obstacles.
The block dead-ends on both sides, a very unique situation which traditionally made it very…wonkie. Now there are cool boutiques and The Elsinore about to open, The Box is still wonderfully fun around the corner, and the park across Chrystie is beautiful. So you feel it’s a good time to get in?
My partner Michael Shah has a great eye for real estate, and this block, being a passageway from the Lower East Side to Soho, has always intrigued me.
You have been wildly successful at Sons of Essex and you had a great run at The Eldridge. You love the neighborhood. Talk about where it is heading…
We are always randomly bumping into each other on the streets of the LES; the Lower East Side is a true neighborhood in every sense of the word, a community within a community. I see the growth of the LES, beyond "nightlife;" daily foot traffic is increasing during the daytime due to the growth of art galleries, boutiques, cafes, coffee shops, and creative agencies- we all support each others’ entrepenurial spirits.
What else fills your days?
Everyday, a new lesson learned.

Someone Made Animated GIFs of Outer Space!

Hey gang, I really love your Parks and Rec subtitle GIF photoset on your Tumblrs, and, man, that scene from Community was sooooo funny and all, but until you start GOING INTO FUCKING OUTER SPACE, I think we could all use a break from your guerilla marketing campaign for poorly rated NBC sitcoms. Oh, what’s that? A GIF of Honey Boo Boo drinking juice? Yeah, well, here’s an animated GIF of The Pelican Nebula, so, you know, shut up about your looping silent video of a clip from a reality TV show, OK?

See more of these amazing images by Finnish astrophotographer J-P Metsavainio here. [via B. Michael Payne]

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Lonely Spacecraft Continues Endless Journey Into Nothingness

You ever stop and think about the saddest thing in the solar system? No, not the time Suzanne dumped you right before the Eighth Grade Spring Formal. I’m talking about the space probe Voyager 1, the most far-flung piece of human-made junk in history, which has been hurtling away from us in utter isolation for 35 years. Anyway, it won’t be dragging its melancholy butt through our solar system much longer.

Voyager 1, you see, “has now entered a new and mysterious region of the heliosphere nicknamed the ‘magnetic highway.’” I think the word “mysterious” here likely refers to the many alien ghost sightings in that area and its general haunted-house-like vibe. Either that or it’s a way for scientists to tacitly admit they have no goddamn clue what goes on there. Soon, however, our friendless drifter of a spacecraft will.

After that, it’s interstellar space. A realm where "high-energy particles" will bounce off Voyager 1’s instruments. What will our aged little appliance think of that? Does it know how it came to be in exile from its distant home—how it is destined for the slow eons of immortal inertia, a meaningless vector into the void? These are just a few of the questions that should help you sleep tonight.

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4AM DJ Tour Diary: Orazio Rispo’s Ibiza Dreams Come True

As a manager and partner at 4AM DJs, I’m always arranging performances, events, and photo shoots around the world. Every day, the reports I get back from my DJs sound like the kind of wild adventures that I rarely get to be a part of as a desk – rather than a disk – jockey. The people who go to these stellar international events get to experience the end result of months of prep, but do they really know what a day in the life of a DJ is like? In this monthly column, you’ll hear first-hand accounts of DJ war stories, with photos and videos from the world’s best to show for it. In this first 4AM DJ Tour Diary, you’ll read about red-hot house DJ Orazio Rispo’s month-long tour, which brought him from the Hamptons to Ibiza, throughout Italy, and back home to NYC – with an enviable roster of super-exclusive parties in between. Yours truly, Adam Alpert.

DJ Orazio Rispo’s 4AM DJ Tour Diary

I began my summer DJing mainly in the Hamptons at the brand new RdV. East, but I planned to go to Europe in August for business and more than a little pleasure. I rented a villa in Ibiza and invited around 15 friends. We found an amazing house in St. Miguel in the middle of a beautiful, isolated field. I have been going to Ibiza for the past six years and naturally dreamed of playing at Pacha. In June, I was fortunate enough to play Pacha New York—another longtime dream—so for the Pacha Ibiza booking to follow so shortly after, well, it was Christmas in July. I landed in Ibiza on August 1st with only one confirmed DJ booking on the island: August 11th at Pacha with my manager and friend DJ Jus Ske of 4AM DJs, thanks to Eddie Dean and Erick Morillo, who’s party it was.

On the third day, I linked up with a friend from New York who invited me to play an after-hours at his villa. Following what seemed at the time to be directions to a hidden treasure, I arrived with my group to the villa at 8am. I DJed for four hours as the sun rose and the rest of the world’s day began. Diddy and Erick Morillo showed up with their entourages in tow and rocked out with me. It was a thrill.

The next day, August 5th, my friend Corey Lane asked me to play at the Kiss and Fly annual beach party at The Sands. I attended that party the year before and kind of knew what to expect. My set started at 4pm and was supposed to go until 7, but I played for an extra hour until my friend DJ Vanjee got there and rocked it. When I got to The Sands and started setting up all my equipment, I suddenly began to panic as I realized I had no quarter-inch adapter for my headphones, essentially leaving me without headphones. The resident DJ was on before me, so as she was putting on her last couple of songs, I asked her if she could lend me her adapter after her set. She quickly obliged and explained to me that she had to stick around anyways, so it would be no trouble at all. Sands was everything I hoped it would be: the perfect combination of a lazy, beach atmosphere with the excitement that happens naturally as Ibiza gradually turns to night. By the end of my set, people were off their beach chairs and in the main bar area dancing.


As I played the last songs in my set, the resident DJ came to me in the booth and told me she wanted to talk to me for a second. This was my first official gig in Ibiza, and although I could confidently say I had a good set, I felt the way I did when I was called into the principal’s office as a youngster. We sat down on a beach cabana and she began to unfold her proposition. She told me her name was Clara Da Costa, and she had been living on the island and working as a DJ for the past 15 years. She told me she was the resident at The Sands, Es Vive, and Space for openings, and most importantly, she had her own weekly radio show on Ibiza Sonica Radio, the island’s most popular radio station. Clara told me that she loved my set and that, for the first time ever, she wanted to offer me her personal slot on her radio show. She had booked another DJ to be the guest so there were no other slots left but her own, and she wanted me to have it.

The Ibiza Sonica Radio offices are located in a modest office complex in the center of the island. The studio had all the cutting edge DJ and broadcasting equipment, and the booth was situated right in front a huge glass window with a view of the hills and waterfront. Clara was in her natural habitat. She immediately began to set up all the equipment to her liking as only a veteran could. I played deep for the first hour and then back-to-back with her for the second hour. My friends and fellow 4AM DJs listened online in NYC, and I saw them tweeting about it. Two days later, Clara invited me to play at Es Vive with her. The Es Vive CDs were some of the first electronic compilations I had ever listened to. It was a middle-of-the-afternoon pool atmosphere, lazy and lounge-y.

The next night I was asked to play a party at Stefano Chitis’ villa. It was truly a unique experience. We got to his house around 3pm, ate lunch, jumped in the ocean, and then I began to play around 5. From 5-9, we watched the sun gradually fade in front of us—an orange ball slowly sinking into the horizon—to a deep, tech house setting. DJs fantasize about parties like this. The house was one of the most incredible architectural feats I’ve seen in Ibiza. Once in the front door, you see nothing but white stone and an infinity pool directly in front of you, juxtaposed with the open sea. The house was built decades ago on the cliff of a public beach, something which today would never be permitted. Top models and tennis players attended the party and we all danced until the sun fully disappeared.

The big day finally arrived: I was playing Pacha that night. My manager, Adam Alpert of 4AM, BBMed me that the Pacha guys wanted me to come do a little pre-party at Cafe Mambo. I’ve always heard about its legendary pre-parties, and to actually play there as the pre-party for my night at Pacha made it all the more special. I played with the Pacha NYC crew, led by Eddie Dean and Rob Fernandez. I played alongside NYC-natives DJ David Berrie, Pauly Raffaele, and Theo. The part of San Antonio beach that Mambo is situated on was packed for its daily sunset celebration. People were walking up and down the boardwalk and stopping to dance when they passed Mambo’s DJ booth. Luckily I got to play one of the later sets, but I cut it close, ending with exactly enough time to jump in a taxi and be at Pacha for my big set.

Pacha was special. For years I wanted to play that club, on that island. To be able to finally do so with a crew of friends from Pacha New York made the experience all the more significant. Originally I was scheduled to play the opening set from 1-2am, but DJ Jus Ske gave me his 4-5am set time, giving me two, one-hour long sets to play. Things just kept on getting better. Everyone was dancing. All my friends from the villa, New York, and everywhere else were in the room dancing in front of me. I played George Morel’s “Just Groove,” and the room blew up. Those four epic cymbal crashes before the drop never sounded as good as they did that night. The Italians were all cheering and chanting, as they often do. I got home and did not begin to fully recap all the night’s events until I was in bed at 11am the next morning.


For years people in New York told me not to play certain tracks in certain genres, saying they were “too Ibiza.” This summer, I was fortunate enough to be able to play what I wanted at every party I worked. People in Ibiza generally come with a passion or a curiosity when it comes to electronic music. Their willingness to trust the DJ and stay with him for the duration of a set makes DJs feel comfortable wherever they play on the island.

After two full weeks in Ibiza, we packed up and left our villa behind. I headed to Italy for my last few gigs. I played at Sottovento nightclub in Portocervo for the second year in a row. I got such a great reaction from the crowd, using mostly vocal European house. Tuccillo’s remix of “Hey Hey” blew that room up. Rai television was in the booth filming and doing an interview.

Towards the end of my trip I went to Capri for two nights to attend a friend’s party. Immediately after getting off the hydrofoil, my friends and I did what everyone does at 7pm in Italy: Aperitivo! We went to Il Panterei, ordered a drink, and began to feel like something was missing. I went to the owner and asked him if he would let me replace his classical music CD with something a little more deep. He gave me carte blanche and shortly after, I was already playing again in Capri. We sent the word out and filled the club with our friends while I played for two hours. We took over a well-known venue and basically threw a house party.

And finally Panarea, one of the two or three places in the world I could call home. I played at the historic Raya “discoteca,” the best (and only) club on the island, but also in the entire Eolian region. Raya holds roughly 600 people and is consistently packed in the summer months. The star-studded crowd was a mixture of longtime friends and family members, 90% of whom were Italian. Days later someone sent me an article that the party had been in Page 6. I was shocked! The fact that this one-night affair, in a tiny island in the Mediterranean, could end up in a newspaper back home, was powerful. It read: “Masterpiece art dealer Gerard Faggionato’s 50th birthday was packed with wealthy guests. The London-based dealer, who runs Faggionato Fine Art and represents Francis Bacon’s estate, hosted 300 friends at an ultra-private dance party at nightclub Raya in Panarea, Italy, on Friday. DJ Orazio Rispo mixed for Stavros Niarchos, Princess of Monaco Charlotte Casiraghi, Mark Getty and Uma Thurman and her boyfriend Arpad Busson, who stayed until the lights came on at 4a.m.”

It had been such an amazing summer. I didn’t want to come home. I called the Alitalia and postponed my flight home by 4 days. An hour later, Adam called me to tell me that we have a walkthrough scheduled at the brand new Lavo in New York City, where I would be starting my new Saturday night residency for Jason Strauss, Noah Tepperberg, Rocco Ancorola, and Jayma Cordoso. Nothing could be better than concluding an incomparable summer European tour than the excitement of having the biggest residency at the hottest new nightclub in NYC. I was so sad to leave and so happy to be home!

For more info on Orazio, go here.


Where to See the Best DJs in America

DJing is a funny thing. Advances in technology have made it so that anyone with a laptop and iTunes can play their favorite tracks at a party and call themselves a DJ. But for party purists all over the world, a true DJ someone who lives and dies by the beat, and who can control a dance floor of hundreds, sometimes thousands, with the flick of a switch. On any given night in clubs all over the country, these masters of the mix are getting the party started (and keeping it going) so you don’t have to. Here’s a list of where to catch the most scorching sets around.

NYC Pacha: Ibiza by way of Hell’s Kitchen. This is NYC’s best go at a Euro megaclub mock-up, and likewise, it’s where the world’s biggest DJs come to spin. Unless you’re a hardcore techno-head, you’ve probably never heard of names like Mark Knight, Benny Benassi, and Jonathan Peters. But you can bet the sea of sweaty, ecstatic revelers, well, have. Santos’ Party House: DJs flock to sound systems like flies do to, well, you get the picture. Boasting one of the best speaker sets in town, mixers from all genres of music flock to this bi-level downtown boite. The best place in Manhattan to discover noise from the underground. Cielo: World-class DJ Nicolas Matar opened Cielo after a nine year residency in Ibiza during the golden era of House, so you know that this ultra-futuristic club attracts only the best talent behind the decks. Legends like Danny Tenaglia, Richie Hawtin and Frankie Knuckles are frequent guests.

MIAMI Space: In a town notorious for its after-hours clubs, this is the crown jewel. Some of the biggest DJs in the world have residencies here, and there’s a never-ending lineup of superstar guests delivering high octane well after the sun rises. World’s away from the SoBe bling parade, this is the mecca for dance and trance freaks. LIV: Tiesto—the world’s best known DJ—has gone on record saying this Vegas-style megaclub at the Fontainebleau is his favorite in the world. His reasons: “high ceilings, good sound system, beautiful people.” Works for us. Mynt Ultra Lounge: Not quite a lounge, not when international DJs like Cedric Gervais celebrate their birthdays here with pulverizing sets. Uber exclusivity on the South Beach strip. Celebs constantly linger around the elevated, see-and-be-seen DJ bootbh.

LOS ANGELES Avalon: The readers of, a hub for lovers of all things electronica, named this club their venue of the year for 2009 in a year end readers poll. The legendary building, once known as The Palace, has been operational for over 80 years. Dance is with the ghosts of Dean Martin and Groucho Marx at Avaland, the weekly Saturday parties that draw top talent in the DJ world. V Lounge: Most danceclubs in LA are caught up in the Hollywood nightlife machine, but not V Lounge. Here, it’s all about the music. Fridays with DJs Stardom and Nightlife remain popular, and on Saturdays, DJ Ammo, who has spun at L.A.’s biggest and best clubs, mans the decks. Playhouse: Parties rage almost every night of the week at multi-level club. Occasional live music, but you can expect DJs most nights. Their Friday night jam Dirty Sexy House speaks for itself. Two DJs spinning simultaneously, one up top, another bellow. New York mainstay Jesse Marco has been known to show up from time to time to blow the roof of, just because he can.

Top 10 Friday Night Dance Parties

Guys may come from Mars, and women from Venus, but Friday night dance parties are universal lingo. From glittering warehouses to stealth doors at intimate lounges, these slick floors ache for some unbridled dancing debauchery.

Butter (NYC) – Friday night party Whipped is so fresh, most can’t believe it’s Butter. Resident hipster DJs Matt&Maia draw out big name fashion folks like Alexander Wang and the Ronsons and buddy up with special guest DJs like Interpol’s Paul Banks. Mixed clientele harbor a serious need to put on their dancing Miu Mius. ● Cielo (NYC) – New York’s dance addiction reigns supreme. Deep Space house heads maintain the sunken dance floor, which still attracts the pretty people looking to move something.

Avalon (LA) – Headliners and hipsters live harmoniously in this Hollywood dance palace. The multilevel playground draws fist pumpers, dance floor grinders, and A-listers. Timberlake, Timbaland … it doesn’t matter when you’re dancing ’til the sun comes up. ● Circle Bar (LA) – This toe-tapping Friday night hotspot is an LA singles favorite. A dark, circular pick-up spot, delicious for loud beats, dance floor writhing, riffs, and of course bringing someone home. ● Element (LA) – Bottle service and stellar sound system round out this public warehouse club with a private party rep. Handsome variety of the young n’ dumb prevail when it’s not a celeb-fest: Albas, Johanssons, Bartons, plus the men that worship them. ● Space (Miami) – Space often lures in big-time DJs like Danny Tenaglia, Paul Van Dyk, Tiesto, and Nic Fanculli and is definitely not for dilettantes who prefer “lounges” and, um, “conversation.” Since Saturday’s party usually translates to a Monday hangover, it’s only natural this dance haven started a Friday night after hours. Not for the faint of heart, or feet. ● 1Oak (NYC) – Certainly “one of a kind,” Friday night starts off with a lot of stargazing and label watching. When the PYTs finally down enough Veuve, the dance floor goes off, becoming one glittering mass of movers and shakers. ●Bardot (LA) – The LA dance party scene is not complete without a collection of oh-so-elite patrons and at least one stealth door. Surprise guest musical performances and Audrey Hepburn look-alikes make this secret dance den a prime after hours joint. DJ Sweet P hosts the late night Friday, where the packed dance floor goes until 7am. ● LIV (Miami) -Drinks are impossibly strong, outfits are impossibly tight and tiny; impossible not to have a good, wild time. Friday night plays host to some heavy hitting DJs, and special performances by the likes of Kid Cudi — making it easier to party like a rock star. ● Tenjune (NYC) – While Tuesday night is the “hot” night to rubberneck, Friday attracts straight up dancers. Bottle models and dangerously cute co-eds are TJ’s coup; oblivious to anything but vodka tonics and thumping tunes. If you aren’t moving, grab a girl and grind lest you be pushed up against a wall. Posted in Nightlife | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Miami: Top 10 Spots to Get Laid

Rose Bar at the Delano (South Beach) – For you more classy folk, find your way to the bar and order a round of bubbly. There’s nothing like champers to attract some female attention. ●Prive (South Beach) – School is back in sesh soon, and this is where the hungry frosh head to get their groove on. All it will cost you is a screwdriver. ●B.E.D. (South Beach) – Because sometimes all it takes is a few cocktails and an accessible BED.

Skybar (South Beach) – Out-of-towners come here for a chance celeb encounter. If you keep the tonic flowing, chances are they won’t be disappointed you aren’t John Mayer or one of the Jonas Bros. ●Casa Tua (South Beach) – Find a pal with entry upstairs, and you pretty much have it in the bag. ●Plunge (South Beach) – This is where the Magic City’s most eligible skirts and shorts find themselves lingering on a Thursday night. ●Club 50 (Downtown/Brickell area) – Rumor has it this is where all the “good ones” have been flocking on Friday nights. Well worth a trip off the beach, even if you don’t get lucky. ●Florida Room (South Beach) – Grab your wingman and get down with SoBe’s 20-something crowd. ●Space (Downtown/Brickell area) – Debauchery ensues at about 6a. ●Mansion (South Beach) – Promiscuous Girl should be the anthem at this fist-pumping club. Throngs of scantily clad chicks wait impatiently for the next round or free entry.