August 20 2014

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18 posts tagged "Beatrice Inn"

Mr. André’s Joyful Noise


It’s hard to imagine downtown New York without the touch of graffiti-artist-turned-nightclub-impresario André Saraiva. He’s been in and out of the scene since the late nineties and is so deeply embedded in the city’s art-fashion nexus that his presence feels almost indelible. His latest project, a music video he directed for conceptual punk band TV Baby, is a visual love letter to the New York of his early days.

“The guys from TV Baby are some of my oldest friends, and first friends in New York,” Saraiva told “I met them in a bar when they were in a band called A.R.E. Weapons, and they were the people who took care of me, who became my family.” A.R.E. Weapons—a former Beatrice Inn fixture—consisted of Paul Sevigny, Matthew McAuley, and Brain McPeck. Today, McAuley and McPeck make up TV Baby, the now 2-year-old band whose music is an ode to television and the pre-Internet era. “It’s loud, and if not confrontational, a little aggressive,” offered McAuley.

Titled “Wild Joy,” the music vid, Saraiva explains, is “a little love story that mixed my French side—where I have a bit of nouvelle vague—with Matt and Brain, who are really very New York.” Saraiva’s former flame, Annabelle Dexter-Jones, stars in the film, which was shot in the director’s Chinatown apartment. Debuting exclusively above, the short is a lighthearted look at some very long-lasting friendships.

McAuley and McPeck, however, suggest that “Wild Joy” has a dark side, too. “The song itself is a very reductionist view of life,” says McAuley, “It doesn’t really matter whether we like [the life we're living] or not, because this is all we have. Enjoy it if you want.”

Jason Wu Celebrates With His Other First Lady, Stephanie Seymour


Publicists tend to use the phrase “intimate dinner” loosely on invitations, and you can usually take “intimate” to mean they invited just under five hundred people and twice as many photographers. But the cozy supper that Cindi Leive hosted for Jason Wu last night at The Beatrice Inn had a genuine friends-and-family feeling. That’s provided your friends and family include, as Wu’s do, Chanel Iman, Bryanboy, and Stephanie Seymour, the star of the designer’s newly minted ad campaign. Bryanboy, a fashion-show fixture these last few seasons, mentioned that he’ll be missing Milan and Paris this time around, as he’ll be busy filming new episodes of America’s Next Top Model in L.A. We imagine @stefanogabbana is breaking out the sad-face emoticon as we speak. Leive decided to throw the bash on the spur of the moment to celebrate Wu’s coup in dressing Michelle Obama for the inauguration. “I know you don’t like to bask,” the Glamour editor said, addressing the guest of honor in a brief speech before dinner. “Oh no,” Wu interjected, “I like to bask.”

Photo: Clint Spaulding /

The Beatrice Inn: 2006-2009, 2012-?

------- contributing editor and party reporter Darrell Hartman circles the city and, occasionally, the globe in the line of duty. In a new column, he reports on the topics—whatever they may be at whatever given moment—that are stirring the social set.

If you’re familiar with the old Beatrice Inn—the Paul Sevigny, Matt Abramcyk, and André Saraiva club that defined a nightlife moment of the early aughts—you understand Stella Schnabel’s immediate response to the new one. “Where’s the shitty bathroom?” I heard her ask, at a recent dinner party there thrown by Barneys. It’s history, dear, replaced by a pair of very pleasant water closets that have fresh tiles on the walls (if they could speak!) and Diptyque candles. More than one mirror in in the front lounge—now a dining room—is scrawled with the injunction, NO SMOKING.

Graydon Carter’s gentrified restau-ration hasn’t opened to the public yet (though sources say it could be as soon as a few weeks from now) but it’s been serving as a buzzy venue for private events since September. Anna Wintour inaugurated the space during fashion week, with a birthday bash for Roger Federer that drew Nicole Kidman, Diane von Furstenberg, Oscar de la Renta, and very possibly more Swiss people than ever visited the place during its three-year run as the hottest club in New York. That legendary run lasted from 2006 to 2009, until various code violations put an end to it. (One of my favorite documents of the old Beatrice is this music video featuring Rory Guinness.)

At the Barneys party, those days seemed long gone indeed. Two very nice people offered to check my coat the moment I walked in, and in the back room, instead of the drunken dancing and making out of the old days, you had Carolyn Murphy passing warm rolls in the direction of Bottega Veneta’s Tomas Maier.

The back room has a Casablanca look that’s reminiscent of Socialista, the West Side club best remembered as the place where an infected bartender may or may not have given Gwyneth Paltrow and Salma Hayek Pinault hep A. The most noticeable is a conservatory-style skylight. Such transparency would have been out of the question at the old Bea, but it struck Lisa Marie Fernandez as appropriate: “Natural light is good,” she said. Two nights later, at the after-party for Alex Cross, Russell Simmons and a pretty young thing lay down directly underneath the Bea’s new window on the world. The Post reported it as an impromptu yoga session, but it looked more like stargazing to me.

Not everything has gone smoothly. When I ran into Natalie Joos the other night, she recalled a Roberto Cavalli party there earlier in the month at which she got served “the worst mojito I’d ever had!” The maître d’ agreed with her, she added. “I think they were still figuring things out.” And Page Six reported earlier this month that Sevigny has threatened to sue Carter for failing to secure proper rights to the name.

A club with real cachet can be a valuable franchise, after all—just look at the global expansions of Bungalow 8, The Box, and Le Baron. “If they did want to reopen Beatrice the club again somewhere, they could be in an awkward position,” notes Travis Bass, who’s behind the downtown pop-ups Red Egg and Bottoms Up and whose latest venture at 199 Bowery opens November 9. On the other hand, The Beatrice Inn was a restaurant of the same name (and a well-known one at that) long before Sevigny got involved. (Sevigny didn’t return the voicemail I left him, and a spokesperson for Carter declined to address the name issue directly.)

In Bass’ opinion, there’s little room for sentimentality in nightlife. “It takes balls to take a space that iconic and fuck with it, make it your own. People should learn from that,” he says. And if you’re bummed (as I am) that there’s no room at the new Beatrice for the sort of high-low mixing that made the old one great, don’t blame the beautiful décor—blame the food. (That, by the way, skews toward the new-American type—Yukon gold potato soup with savoy cabbage and black truffle, pan-roasted striped bass, and steak frites at Kelly Klein’s dinner—though a bit lighter than some of the homey fare at Waverly Inn and Carter’s other haunts.) “Clubs are easier, because you can give free drinks to the artist kids,” Bass notes. “It’s harder to give away meals.”

Photo: Joe Schildhorn /

Amy For Perry, Bye-Bye Bea (Again), And More…


Amy Winehouse—remember her?—is designing a capsule collection for Fred Perry (pictured). But this isn’t just a “sign the dotted line, cash the check” agreement. “The range clearly has Amy’s handwriting,” says a Perry exec. Shakily, we imagine. [WWD]

Bad news—maybe—for NYC revelers. Restaurateur Cobi Levy turned up at a community board meeting yesterday to seek approval for his new tapas venture…at the former Beatrice Inn. Closing time is looking to be 1 or 2 a.m. So much for the Bring Back Beatrice campaigns. [Page Six]

Speaking of real estate, the Seaside Heights house that put up Jersey Shore‘s Bumpit-ed residents (we’ll never believe that poof is 100 percent organic) is now renting for $2,500 a night. Vacation in (Ed Hardy) style! [NYT]

And good news for the guys: Yohji Yamamoto has announced that after a few seasons off the runway, he’ll show his menswear collection in Tokyo this April. [WWD]

Photo: Courtesy of Fred Perry

And Smoking, Presumably, Will Be Actually Verboten This Time


“New Beatrice” prognosticating continues, of course, but for those interested in what the Inn’s former proprietor, Paul Sevigny, is actually working on, the details are coming out: His soon-to-open restaurant (with Lou Ceruzzi and Rose Bar owner Nur Khan) has a name (Kenmare), an address (98 Kenmare Street, the site of the old Civetta), a soft-open date (NYFW, natch), and, as of this morning, a chef: Joey Campanaro (pictured), whose tiny Grove Street restaurant, Little Owl, is packed night after night. (The guy also had a hand in kicking off the mini-burger “sliders” craze with the addictive, pecorino-laced version on the Owl menu.) Sevigny insists that it’ll be, contra Bea, a small neighborhood restaurant—you know, just like the next mom-and-pop joint with waiters’ uniforms by Chloë Sevigny.

Photo: Courtesy of The Little Owl