Happy Birthday, Wass

Posted in birthdays, door staff on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

Its slightly belated, but we couldn’t go without wishing a happy birthday to our favorite uber-doorman and burgeoning celebrity (when not turning away bridge and tunnel folks at Marquee, he makes regular appearances on Law and Order, and has just finished shooting something with Ethan Hawke)
Sadly, we couldn’t make it to the soiree at Marquee, but we hear it was worth attending.


This Just In: Nightlife Industry Discriminates Based On Appearance!

Posted in club owners, promoters, trouble, waitstaff with tags , , , on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

Seems that Page 6 is all excited to report that 10ak fired four (count ’em: four!) asian waitresses, and that said bottle flacks are suing the club for discrimination.  Well, gosh…

From the inside, let me be the first to tell you something shocking: rich guys like hot asian chicks bringing them bottles of grey goose on silver platters.  So, there’s that.

Second, nobody likes homogeny. If you enter the nightlife business, you go in with the understanding that, eh, you’re going to be judged (respectfully, of course) in terms of how good/bad/hip you look.  Ugly people don’t go over so well (unless your beautiful on the inside!  Then its just fine.)  That said, a good club owner knows that they’re casting a show, and they need different players to fill different rolls.  If your staff is all white/all black/all anything, it just doesn’t work.  And so diversity takes care of itself.

Third, half the best bottle-service waitresses in New York are asian, okay?  When I used to work at Spa, there was waiter who was asian and gay, and he made more money than the tranny pole dancer at The Box.

My guess: the waitresses in question were probably incompetent or lazy.  The waitresses at 1oak are making lots of money, and its uber competitive.  When a place is that successful, there’s bound to be staff purgings and firings every day of the week.  There’s plenty of discrimination going on in the nightlife industry (ever hear anyone describe a night as ‘urban’?  Ever need to clarify what they meant? ), but it sounds like these chickies are looking for an extra tip out.

Ok, Text Messages Are Awesome!

Posted in texting, trouble with tags , on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

Not really.  But since we spent the last post dissing the whole textual revolution, we thought we’d post our very favorite text invites here for your enjoyment.  Some of them are funny, some are desperate, and some verge on the literary.  You be the judge:
This weeks winner, from the superstar duo of Fontaine and Mory, who have clearly mastered the art of the sms:

Why they always caution men against bad girls?  Bad girls are predictable, good girls are the ones to be warned against.  Erly bbq at hi-bar and party at bijou. 

Got your favorite/lamest party invites sitting around your inbox?  Well bag ’em up and send them our way.  Featured invites will be forwarded to my aunt Gladys in Baltimore (she’d love to attend!  Who is this?)

Stop Texting Me

Posted in promoters, texting on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

If you have had even a casual interaction with a nightclub promoter (interpret ‘casual’ at your discretion), then you probably have spent every day since regretting that you gave him/her your phone number, because now they send you text messages every day letting you know that they’re hosting a party and itssofreakingamazingtonight!  Be there!  anddont’forgettosaymynameatthedoor!
The truth is, I can’t blame them, especially in light of the economy.  Back in the day (eh, before 9/11? That seems about right), being a promoter was about bringing hot/rich/interesting people in.  It only takes about 40 great people to make an entire club look and feel like a great party, and if you can bring those people in on a consistent basis, you can make everybody else pay exorbitant prices to stand around and watch them.  But the Black American Express card days are over (a few can be spotted at Tenjune, but its not worth the trouble), and you can no longer expect to sell one guy eight bottles of Crystal.  If you’re lucky, you’ll get five guys with popped collars splitting two bottles of absolute between five Discover cards.   And so clubs aren’t so interested in seeing 40 great people as they are in seeing 300 people,  from anywhere (New Jersey!  Its your time to shine!)
So instead of focusing on a core following, promoters have armed themselves with massive mailing/phone lists, and are blasting every electronic orafice with their invitations (on average, I get around 90 a week from facebook alone.)  Its gotten so that when I go out, I can decide where I should be going by where I haven’t been invited.
Is there another way?  In the days before cellphones (yes, there were days before cellphones), we would sit in the office on the day of a party and call each and every name on our list.  And it worked.  Turns out that people like being paid attention to if they know the person contacting them has taken the time to invite them personally.  But that was back when I had 200 people on my list. When it got to 1600, I hired an assistant (ok, two), and they called each and every person on my list.  I called the ones that wouldn’t stand for being invited by my assistants (which is funny, because they were better at organizing my guest list than I was.)
Then came the text message.  And I confess, I was one of the first to check off every name in my phonebook and hit ‘send’.  And boy, am I sorry.
The thing is, we’re only human.  The average promoter is doing four parties a week and has to deliver fifty people a night, including celebrities and models (yeah, well, boo hoo, right?).  But with the club scene moving (read: running) towards a commercial model, promoters themselves might become obsolete (maybe not. Somebody has to tell the Olsen Twins where to relapse.)
So take care of your promoters people.  And someday, we promise we’ll call you (and we’ll have drink tickets!  And bottles!  And itwillbefreakingcrazy!).

Goings on down Varick Way…

Posted in the new bright and shiny on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

We were ecstatic to hear a rumor that the old Flow space may soon be home to a new hotspot.  We’re not giving away any secrets, but here’s a hint: think Green.
Personally, we’re just happy at the thought of getting drunk somewhere besides the meatpacking district.  No doubt, this may herald a revitalization of the downtown nightlife scene (we hope).

Mommy Dearest

Posted in blind spots, club owners, promoters on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

Which self-proclaimed ‘nightclub king’ calls his Mom every time his club runs short on cash?  Its gotten so that unpaid promoters often call to ask when she’ll be coming by the office…

We’re night-clubbing…

Posted in the new bright and shiny on August 23, 2008 by davidhollis

Welcome to the very first post from Nightlifer, a nightlife blog with holier than thou ambitions for covering the Manhattan nightlife scene.

From some time, we’ve watched the coverage of the nightlife industry, from Page Six, to Rush and Molloy, and more recently, Goodnightmrlewis, and asked ourselves, ‘what’s misssing?’  And the answer is, a lot. We have been around since the days of Life and before, and have witnessed more depravity, gossip, and provacative stories pass by tradional media because they didn’t have the access to true insiders.  Too much of nightlife coverage is dedicated to PR placed items and second hand stories, rather than the more interesting truth, and we know we can do better.

Want to know which parties are really worth checking out and which are really dead?  Look here.  Want to know the inside dirt on promoters, clubs, and the A-list nightlife scene?  ditto.  Want to know what actually happened the last time Lindsay showed up at Butter?  Yessir.  Want paid placements and recycled gossip?  Check out Rush and Molloy
So party on, dear friends, and join us as we journey through the glittering prism that is Manhattan after dark.


David Hollis,