Mark Farese “stole $150 from his grandfather to buy his first pair” of premium athletic shoes, specializing in the Air Force 1 variety. Now he has 1,400 pairs, and Nike sends him advance copies of new models. He is the Mayor of the fascinating world of sneakerdom, where pre-teens and grown-ups trade thousand-dollar shoes, which Elizabeth Dwoskin explores.
Trent Reznor‘s upward spiral has led him out of the live music business, or so he says. Rob Harvilla attended his allegedly last show at the Bowery Ballroom.
Whit Stillman, reclusive auteur of young conservative brights, can’t get a film made in our blasted world. His sublime The Last Days of Disco is out in a new Criterion DVD edition, though. Nick Pinkerton catches up. (Full interview here.)
We know you like the Cowgirl Hall of Fame, or at least remember liking it. But what about the new adjunct, Cowgirl Sea-Horse, at South Street Seaport? “The bill of fare finds its bedrock in the original West Village menu, extending it with dishes from downtown themed eateries of similar antiquity,” says Robert Sietsema. He also tells you if it’s good.
“Why Bears are the New Twinks.” What? The hairysexuals “are more in tune with the earthier, less narcissistic era we’re apparently entering,” says Michael Musto, and now they have their own movie, BearCity. He interviews the makers; then, a quick shower of nightlife.
Books: Zach Baron on rockstar authors Momus, Joe Pernice, and Nick Cave.
Art: Martha Schwendener on Emory Douglas at the New Museum.
Dining: Sarah DiGregorio on Bhatti Indian Grill.