Nothing is really meant to last. The Pennsylvania Lottery couldn’t stay a state-run concern evermore. Tina Fey can’t always be the wryest woman in the room (thanks, Amy Poehler). The White House couldn’t stay mum to the Death Star petition forever. At its present rate of cruel stupidity, the NRA will surely fall soon. Please.
“Seven years is an eternity for a club,” says Joe Beckham, who, on New Year’s Day, shuttered his long-running house-centric Walnut Room, the dance-lounge above Alfa at 17th and Walnut that he co-owns with Giancarlo Dipasquale. (The pair also own Kenzo-Fishtown’s Loco Pez.) Even that room’s retirement couldn’t last long, as tonight, Jan. 17, the hot spot gets reopened as the Mod-era-Brit-influenced Ten Six Club. “You can’t stay closed long in this business,” says Beckham. Named for the price tag on the Mad Hatter’s chapeau from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (10 shillings/6 pence), the duo’s new London-ish boite features wood paneling, mannequins, luxurious Chesterfield couches, beaded drapery and a black/gold/pink/purple color motif that’d make Austin Powers green. “I think Ten Six is a mash-up of the Korova Milk Bar, a swinging London cellar and Alistair Cooke’s study,” he says. Switching up DJs, Beckham is looking forward to a new dance card that includes dubstep nights, Bowie bashes (!) and vintage British rock ravers. He also hinted big time that he and Dipasquale are always looking to maximize their current holdings and expand upon their dominion. Pip pip, old chap.
If you weren’t paying attention to the flogosphere last week, Churchville, Pa.’s A.J. Daulerio — a one-time editor at Deadspin and writer at Philly Mag — just stepped down from his ed-in-chief post at Gawker, passing the mantle (and a “desktop covered in Vaseline,” stated a staff email snagged by the NY Observer) to Gawk-wonk John Cook.
You don’t look an issue over 90: Congrats to Albert “Black Death” Mudrian and his 10th and Arch-based Decibel magazine as it celebrates 100 issues of metal (and strong sales) with a Jan. 19 grindcore bash at Union Transfer with Converge and Pig Destroyer. Grr.
Jennifer Lawrence won a Golden Globe for it. Bradley Cooper got hit on by Hollywood Foreign Press’ boss on live television for it. Why shouldn’t it be a tourist destination? GPTMC — Greater Philadelphia Tourism Marketing Corp. to you — has a Silver Linings Playbook-specific trip available at visitphilly.com/itineraries. See Jewelers Row and Ben Franklin House in one sitting then drive out to the now-hard-to-get-a-booth-at Llanerch Diner in Upper Darby. I hope Paranoia or Dead Man Down don’t snag any Globe noms — my Italian Market’ll get even messier.
Come on, let’s go dance at citypaper.net/criticalmass.
