Florent, Queen of the Meatpacking District, What Are You Doing Now?
“Florent, Queen of the Meatpacking District” airs on WNET/Thirteen on Sunday, June 17 at 11 pm.
The question endures: “What are you doing now?”
“I’m working on my art, cartography art!”
Enquirer disregards. “We loved your restaurant. It’s a terrible loss!”
“I’m just back from a show in France after my biggest solo show in December at the Christopher Henry Gallery in Nolita, and two other shows right before that in Seattle and….”
Enquirer is deaf. “Since you left, the neighborhood isn’t the same anymore.”
I’ll try this: “I’m still involved with the neighborhood. I’ve been appointed to the Community Board, and I work on traffic and transportation issues, especially bike lanes and public spaces.”
Enquirer is deaf as a doorknob. “We have nowhere to go now.”
Oh, no. Here it comes. The killer question: “When are you going to open another restaurant?”
Florent’s Official Press Release: “I don’t want to open another restaurant, not now, not at this stage in my life.”
“But you HAVE to open another restaurant!”
(Puleasse!) “Sorry, I’ve been in the business for 35 years. I need to take a break.”
“You don’t understand. Downtown needs Florent. New York needs a Florent! You’re an institution!”
“Did you see the documentary ‘Florent: Queen of the Meat Market?’”
“Of course! I loved it so much! Isn’t it sad that they kicked you out?”
“You loved the movie? Did you notice any message?”
For 23 years, the diner Florent drew a mix of celebrities, tourists, entertainers and clubbers to the Meatpacking District. The documentary “Florent, Queen of the Meatpacking District” (2011) was directed, produced and shot by David Sigal to chronicle the history and final days of the beloved icon, which closed its doors in 2008 on the night of the Gay Pride parade. It airs on WNET/Thirteen on Sunday, June 17 at 11 pm.
“About change. Accepting change. Especially here in the capital of the world.”
“Well, I’m all for change done the right way. But they have completely destroyed the Meat Market, the Village, and the New York I loved so much when I moved here. Florent was the last holdout of that Golden Era.”
“Golden Era? A bankrupt city with a crippled government, social services and transportation in free fall? And it was burning! The South Bronx was loosing ten square blocks a year to arson.”
“But there was so much creativity, so many artists could afford to live in Manhattan, the club scene was so uninhibited.”
“All because of the massive municipal neglect at the time. That’s what allowed subcultures to take hold and bloom.”
“But it was so stimulating…such a fertile playground.”
“Because it was unsupervised by absent city departments. Bars, clubs, sex clubs and bathhouses opened without permits, licenses, fire and health codes. Decrepit piers became a gay Magic Kingdom: Swiss Family Treehouse with nude sunbathing that turned into Jungle Cruise at sunset and then morphed into Haunted Mansion after midnight.”
“Well, now New York is only for the rich. Young people can’t afford it.”
“New York’s only for the rich? Do you mean the Bronx? Brooklyn? Queens?”
“I mean Manhattan!”
“Manhattan? You mean Morningside Heights? Harlem? The Lower East Side?”
“I mean Downtown! The Village! Soho! I don’t see any young people moving into the neighborhood. It’s too expensive!”
“Young people are still flocking to New York. To Williamsburg, Harlem, Jackson Heights, or the South Bronx. You should move there. That’s where it’s happening.”
“Why should I move from the place I’ve lived for 35 years?”
“You sound like the two old cranks who ate lunch at the restaurant every day. We called them Uncle Bob and Auntie Marie because all they did was complain that things weren’t the way they used to be.”
“But they’re not!”
“Yes! And guess what? Now you’re just like Uncle Bob and Auntie Marie! You’ve gotten old and you don’t like change either!”
This is exhausting. I have to move on, keep walking, but I have to be on the lookout. I’ve become a target for people looking to vent their overflowing nostalgia. I try to avoid public events, openings and cocktail parties where I can be cornered like a sitting canard à l’orange.
So I keep on moving, walking along sidewalk: “I hear you’re going to open in Harlem!”
Moving a little faster, riding my bicycle: “I have the perfect building for a new Florent!”
A lot faster – sitting in a subway car: “I read that you’ve signed a lease in Brooklyn!”
At jet speed on an intercontinental flight: “Have you thought about opening in L.A.? You’d make a killing there!”
And then I run into a bunch of twenty-somethings. “Restaurant Florent? Never heard of it. Where? The Meat Market? Meatpacking District? Nope, never heard. The Village? Never go there, really.”
I am ready to bet that by 2040 at the latest, these Brooklyn hipsters will mope and rant at the demise of the New York they loved. That Golden Era. The Golden Era of Bushwick.
French-born Florent Morellet studied City Planning at Central London Polytechnic. He opened Florent in the Meatpacking District of New York in 1985 and became known for both his hospitality and social activism. Since closing the eatery in 2008, he has concentrated on his art, which is inspired by maps, atlases and cities. Morellet serves on Community Board 2 in Manhattan.