6's and 8's
February 12, 2004
Last night, once the quasi-models had left the public school auditorium where
Built By Wendy held its downtown fashion show (
Collection tagline: "Midwest prepiness meets proper European boarding school"... Our kind of style!), we adjourned to Chrystie Street (@ Stanton) for an afterparty at new Lower East Side club
6's and 8's. In a space that housed the late, not-so-lamented
205 Club (a divey joint with a penchant for sporadic violence), Guy Jacobson and David Schlachet have morphed it into a large, sultry bar. (Who are Jacobson and Schlachet? We have no idea either.) Apparently designed to evoke
Las Vegas (so parroteth
Page Six), the place does indeed boast slot machines in the Clorox-clean basement. Similarities end there. Upstairs, flea market crystal chandeliers hang above deep black leather banquettes. Music plays so loud that a man outside remarked, "Must be a great gig going on in there." He, alas, could not get by the velvet ropes. Whereas we could: absent a doorman, we just stepped over them and walked right in.
Aw, why dis the 205? "Divey joint with a penchant for sporadic violence" sounds fine to me—reason enough to lament. Plus you could dance there.
Posted by: MG at February 13, 2004 02:42 PM
The joint it'self would get violent? LIke the whole building would rise up and just kick a random ass? WTF? That's some scarey shit.
Posted by: doofas at February 16, 2004 10:05 AM
Indeed, things get a little freaky on the Lower East Side.
Posted by: Lock at February 16, 2004 10:39 AM
I love it. Cool crowd. Cute chicks. And you can still dance there too!
Posted by: Steve at March 5, 2004 02:04 PM
Saw Moby there last night
Posted by: Megan at March 5, 2004 02:05 PM
