Gawker has a wildly entertaining report on the "last refuge for New York debauchery in the era of smoking bans and wealthy neighbors who expect perfect quiet downtown," which is, no joke, some dude's apartment. The "reasonable-sized studio/loft downtown," in a six-story walk-up building with a red door, is hosting till-the-sun-comes-up ragers where building residents mingle with Mick Jagger and nightlife glitterati. Just don't mess with the guy's pickle collection! [Gawker]
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