It used to be that the best day to start your business was yesterday. Now, due to the constant expansion of what you’re able to invent in your garage, tomorrow is almost always a more advantageous starting point.
Great business-y read by Aaron Dignan.
The meatpacking district is past its risqué days, but the Raven is trying anyway. The 2,400-square-foot subterranean lounge offers mirrors dusted with words cut from faux cocaine, a skull made with condom wrappers and a quilt stitched with an expletive. Red lighting, low ceilings and waitresses clad in black dresses made of rubber further suggest a sex den.
New York’s hottest club is Raven! Can you believe this is NOT an excerpt from a Stefon sketch and is actually a real place, reviewed in the NY Times?
If simply reading about these new clubs is exhausting me, I can’t imagine what going would be like.