The End Of An Era
Florent is closing June 29. (Their landlord, in what used to be New York City's meat-packing district, raised the rent to $30,000/month). It was the place you could go at any hour, and it would always be madcap and interesting, with a trannie or two and somebody with purple hair (all over their body). I once went there with one of my Advice Lady partners at 6 a.m., in our pajamas. I still have one of their Tibor Kalman-designed matchbooks, with the little fork on it, I think.
They closed Ben Franks on the Strip a few years ago, and nobody made much noise about it. It ain'f fair, I tell ya
Crid at May 24, 2008 8:30 PM
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