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April 20 2014

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8 posts tagged "Paul Sevigny"

Mr. André’s Joyful Noise

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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 Style.com. “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.”

More On McQueen, Mouret And Schiffer On The Fringe, Remembering Don Hill, And More…

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At the Telegraph, Hilary Alexander scores a preview of the forthcoming catalog for the Costume Institute’s Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty, which will include images by Sølve Sundsbø (left), and an interview with the house’s current creative director, Sarah Burton, by Style.com’s Tim Blanks. [Telegraph via Racked]

London’s Fashion Fringe competition has added two new judges to its roster: Joining Selfridges’ Anne Pitcher, London College of Fashion’s Roy Peach, and Metro‘s Bel Jacobs will be Roland Mouret and Claudia Schiffer. (Last year’s honorary chairman, John Galliano, was originally intended to serve for two years, but will not participate.) The program awards a package of cash, business advice, studio space, and mentorship worth an estimated £100,000; applications are open now, and those shortlisted for the prize will show their collections at London fashion week. [WWD]

Following last night’s wake for late club impresario Don Hill, a few well-placed friends, collaborators, and admirers—including Leigh Lezark, Paul Sevigny, Nur Khan, and Debbie Harry—share their memories of the man and the club. [T]

And tonight, rocker-approved menswear label By Robert James opens up its first-ever pop-up shop, in Tribeca’s John Allan’s grooming club. Which leads us to wonder: Will BRJ’s typically scruffy clientele emerge from the new shop fresh-faced and clean-shaven? [By Robert James]

Photo: Sølve Sundsbø / telegraph.co.uk

Don Hill, R.I.P.

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Thanks to a timely reboot from Nur Khan and Paul Sevigny—and the welcome reintroduction of a little good old grit to New York’s occasionally fussy nightlife scene—a new generation of party people discovered Don Hill’s, the west Soho club that’s once again a fixture of the fashion circuit. (In earlier days, it hosted Leigh Lezark and the Misshapes’ weekly party; before that, it was a rock stronghold.) The club that bears his name soldiers on, but Hill himself (left, with Sevigny) reportedly passed away last night in New York. Twitter is already streaming tributes and remembrances from friends like Moby, Bebe Buell, and drag eminences Miss Guy and Murray Hill, all of whom have passed through Hill’s doors. They’re still open—the legacy lives on.

Photo: David X. Prutting / BFAnyc.com

Welcome To New York Gritty

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Hey! Fashion week! You ready to rock? If Nur Khan and Paul Sevigny have their way, this will be remembered as the season of reverb and the sticky floor, as the duo reopen legendary nightspot Don Hill’s with a roster of parties-cum-concerts that will have fashion weekers moshing in their kitten heels until the wee hours. Tonight, a certain ripped-ab rock god plays the Pop party, and certain other heroes of the New York City art rock scene are set to blow the doors off the Another Man do next week. Khan’s ambition is no less than to bring the gritty back to the New York party scene. If anyone’s up to the task, he and Sevigny are. Here, Khan (left) sounds off on the noise, the new, and (no joke!) the ladies’ room.


So, first off: Why Don Hill’s?
There are a bunch of reasons, actually. First of all, it’s kind of the last old-school rock ‘n’ roll place left in New York, now that CBGB’s is closed. I remember Don Hill’s in its heyday, and it was brilliant. I used to own Sway, across the street, and there was always a back-and-forth; I guess I’ve been friends with Don for about 20 years now. So it felt natural. And beyond that, I’m such a music fanatic—I’ve been doing shows at Rose Bar for a while now, intimate performances by everyone from Rufus Wainwright to Guns N’ Roses, and I wanted a venue where I could do those kinds of spontaneous gigs, but bigger, with a full setup. This place is fully loaded from a production standpoint.

But this isn’t a concert venue—this is a nightclub, correct?
Correct. I think of it as a rock ‘n’ roll dance club—I’ve got the opportunity to host gigs when I want to, but that’s not the whole point. The point is really to bring back that New York I miss, back when uptown was uptown and downtown was downtown, and there were places like Don’s, and CB’s, and Max’s Kansas City, that were cool and creative and down and dirty. There was no formula to it, just musicians and artists hanging out. I feel like New York needs that now; it’s been about lookalike bottle service places for too long. Paul and I figured it was time to bring back cheap beer.

The last place you guys opened was Kenmare. Do you see Don Hill’s as a complement or a contrast?
I think they relate to each other in lots of ways. The idea with Kenmare was to create a place like Indochine used to be—and still is, to a degree—and like the old Odeon and Mr. Chow’s. I know I keep saying this, but people really need to understand, it was fucking cool that there were these downtown places where cool people could go and hang out, and not feel like they were in some kind of contrived club. Iggy and Bowie would run into each other at Max’s, Jean-Michel and Andy would be at Indochine, and it was chill. I think when you create an environment like that, where interesting people can hang out together, cool shit happens. People collaborate; they start bringing new ideas to the table. I’ve been looking around New York City for a while now and wondering, what happened?

You and Paul have something of a Midas touch when it comes to New York nightlife. Is it as simple as asking yourself where you’d want to hang out?
Well, I do think we’re both people who ask ourselves, what’s missing? We’re not herd-mentality people—everyone else goes right and we go left. But it’s, like, you’ve got to tap into the sensibility that’s floating around at a particular moment. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to open another bottle service place now, in this economy. That’s not the mood. It’s almost, like, offensive. I feel like what people are looking for is a place that’s unpretentious, where you can let loose. I want Don’s to be that place.

You’ve been renovating. What should people expect?
We’ve preserved the essence of the place—it’s still gritty Don Hill’s. But female-friendly. New booths and bathrooms. I’m not kidding, the ladies’ room was a major focus for us. I mean, you probably know this better than I do, but if you were a woman hanging out at Don Hill’s, it was hard.

I can indeed attest to that. What else are you bringing to the space that’s new?
Well, Paul and I are both artist-conscious people; we’ve got a bunch of friends who are coming in and doing work for us. Like, Sante D’Orazio has his own little area he’s curating—we’re calling that “Sante’s Inferno”—and Harif Guzman is doing the walls in the main room.

How did you and Paul meet?
Man, I’ve known Paul since…since I owned a music venue in Connecticut. It was this little rock place I opened back in 1990, and I was booking bands like Nirvana, Radiohead, before they were huge. Paul is from Connecticut, too, and at some point he came in and worked on an event, and we’ve been in touch ever since. He used to deejay at Sway. We’ve got a similar style, a similar point-of-view, so it made sense for us to go into business together.

What’s next?
We’re still figuring that out. We’ve got a restaurant, now we’ve got our rock club, so the next thing, I don’t know, maybe we do both, at our own hotel. All the big nightlife players these days are the guys with the cool hotels. We’ve brought some people onto the team with that expertise. I’ll keep you posted.

In the meantime, you’ve partnered with MAC + Milk this season. What’s that all about?
It’s a collaboration among friends. We’re doing Kenmare dinners up in the penthouse and bringing some of the bigger things over here, to Don’s. I’ve known [Mazdack] Rossi and Jenne [Lombardo] for a while—they’re both rockers at heart—and I wanted to support what they’ve got going on over there. It’s good karma, helping young designers. And the karma comes back to you—I mean, we’ve got some amazing people playing at Don Hill’s this week, and these aren’t paying gigs, you know? It’s just, bands miss being able to play a room like Don’s; they miss that energy, too. We’re all feeling that same thing: The moment’s changing, it’s time for something else.

Photo: Albert Michael / Startraks Photo

Blasblog: Fighting The Green Fight—Loudly

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To celebrate the brand’s fifth series of luxury hybrid vehicles, the suits at Lexus had a fabulous idea: host a party in New York City for eco-conscious celebrities (including Maggie Gyllenhaal, Kyra Sedgwick, and Kevin Bacon) and conduct a little debate on whether or not this whole global warming thing is as big of a deal as some people make it out to be. Eco advocate Amanda Little took the pro side, while filmmaker Phelim McAleer argued con, but the most sparks came courtesy of the evening’s moderator, Sarah Silverman, who, admittedly, occasionally strayed off topic in the service of a joke. Little cited the job creation associated with climate change, and McAleer said something about the pope and corporate lies—it was hard to hear over the talking, cell phone conversations, and general party atmosphere. Well, Silverman wasn’t having that: “Shut the F up” and “I hate you guys right now” were battle cries from the night’s MC, though she did also have some good points, like that her father could assist with natural gas (har har har), and my favorite line, “The finger-pointers of global warming are often standing on a pile of shit.” Gretchen Mol, Emmy Rossum, and Matthew Settle tried to get close enough to participate, but by the time they worked their way beyond the bar they gave up; Zach Braff gave up, too, and started heckling a few of Jon Stewart’s correspondents from The Daily Show. All’s fair in love and the environment, I guess. And then, at the end of the night, Paul Sevigny and the MisShapes took the decks, the hipsters hit the dance floor, and it was back to parties as usual.

Photo: Dimitrios Kambouris / WireImage / Getty Images