"You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning."
--Jay McInerney, Bright Lights, Big City
Saturday night the girlfriend and I went to the Odeon
, the brasserie in TriBeCa that used to be the place
for the bold faced names of the 1980's literary brat pack (Jay McInerney, Bret Easton Ellis, Tama Janowitz, etc). I've always enjoyed the work of those writers, though I always thought there was something tragic in the way that McInerney and Ellis never really recovered from the heights of hype to which they were subjected for their first novels (Bright Lights, Big City
and Less Than Zero
, respectively), though both have gone on to write fine, respectable novels later in life.
So sitting in the Odeon where Ellis probably poured Ketel One on Corey Feldman, or whatever, I thought about New York in the 1980s, and how it's probably at the exact moment in the rearview mirror of pop culture history when we can start mythologizing it. I tried to track down a few shots of the Odeon in its heyday and failed, though I did turn up a number of great photos of New York(ers) in the '80s from the Google Life article that I thought was worth sharing.
Tower Records - note the Gremlins ad
Labels: 1980s, new york, restaurants