Couple of things, first this post is totally an excuse for me to write that headline. Second this all familiar urban phenomenon of shoes dangle from power wires often strikes me as kind of poetic and last night after a few drinks these particular ones struck me as being particularly well-lit. Neil and I had a conversation about what exactly the meaning of this ritual was, we both had ideas, but in order to settle the debate we turned to Mr Google. Where, not surprisingly, About.com had a big page on “Urban Legends: Shoefiti” is it just me or is that the first time you are reading term: shoefiti? Anyway turns out no one really knows thew origin or meaning of these dangling shoes, which isn’t to say there aren’t lots of theories. Personally I like to think of them as urban sculpture – impromptu every person Calder mobiles.
As for the speakeasy well all I can tell you is that it’s on Eldridge street, has been there for 13 years and recently changed names and was sold to the bar tenders. These day speakeasys are a dime a dozen in lower Manhattan, hell they have become such a trend that Milk and Honey just opened up one on Madison and 23rd!