RIP East Village.
Poet, writer, long long long-time East Village resident Taylor Mead died yesterday at the age of 88, Bowery Boogie reports. Most everyone who lived in the East Village knew Taylor, or knew of Taylor, or saw Taylor hobbling sexily down Houston to 163 Ludlow Street where he lived in a notoriously dilapidated apartment. He was one of Warhol’s Superstars, but whatever, fuck Andy. When Taylor would open up his suitcase on the stage of the Bowery Poetry House, roaches would crawl out. But then, this would happen…
Bowery Boogie also notes that Mead recently accepted a settlement with his landlord to vacate his apartment and were trying to do some sort of depressing calculation at how they’re going to finagle Taylor’s $385 rent to $2,500+. If you know anything about living in NY, it’s going to be ++++.
RIP.
(Lead photo: Google News, Richard Avedon)
