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The End of the New York Press

There was a time when the New York Press was the city’s indie paper. The paper that was everything people expected the Village Voice to be, only to discover that it was a bunch of cigarette and hooker ads tucked around columns and reviews so lazy it makes The Onion’s entertainment section look like a real newspaper.

The New York Press with its dirty feel, its cut art, its columns full of crazy rants and slices of life from criminals, sluts, racists, the blind and its obnoxious publisher was indie. Not in the polished hipsters way of today, but in the greasy, gritty and on the edge way. It wasn’t RENT, it was the guy screaming at you on the subway. And it was free.

After all that was gone, the craziest part of the New York Press was Armond White, who kept up the paper’s tradition when the rest were gone. And now White is leaving too, and that leaves the New York Press an also ran alternative paper that’s slightly more entertaining reading than the Voice. But so are tea leaves.

The foldup of the New York Press is just another reminder that gentrification has won. That the image of New York City the NYP catered to, even if it was by new arrivals and for new arrivals, is over. The new city is poorer and richer. It has a lot of high rise buildings and high rise projects. But the character and the characters are gone.

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