ABSTRACT
The East Village stopped mattering years ago. It stopped feeling like an artists’ community. … It stopped being a life on the cheap. Trattorias have opened where there were once open-air drug bazaars. … Hardcore activists like the agro band Missing Foundation are now merely missing, though their logos are still visible on many a neighborhood wall: an upside-down martini glass with a line through it, signifying (and it’s become all too true) “the party’s over.”
