Published September 04, 2013
That’s So Raven
A Poe-Inspired Party House in MePa
Gothic iconography. Illicit-substance mirror art. Sam Ronson. A unisex bathroom complex. Red and
blue velvet. Music-reactive dominatrix light boxes. Massive blue tufted-leather sofas. Profanity. Raging
supermodels. Darkness. Gins. Tonics.
You must be at The Raven
, a subterranean Gothic fantasy of a club in the bowels of MePa, now sort
of open for the week of fashion, but fully operational September 17.
That poem “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe. This whole place revolves around it. There’s a quote from it
splashed on the darkened stairwell as you walk in (past the wall of melted candle wax). There’s a modern
pictorial retelling of it on the red-velvet-brocaded wall and columns just past the entrance. And there’s
a general “nevermore” type of vibe happening as whatever internationally renowned DJ spins and spins you
You’re coming here to dance. Simple as that. There’s a piece of needlepoint tucked away in a corner that
says “F**k You Sunrise.” Heed it. There’s a bar in the back, past the faux-fireplaced DJ booth.
You can figure that part out.
55 Gansevoort St
(between 9th and Washington)
New York, NY 10014