"All the beautiful people at Sunday brunch"
West Houston is an IT street, so if you are new to New York, please do be sure to pronounce it correctly, not like Houston in Dallas. It divides SoHo from NoHo (aka South of Houston and North of Houston, yes a truly imaginative method of naming neighborhoods) and cuts a big east-to-west traffic line across Manhattan. Angelika is an important venue for independent films, and so is the smaller, but no less important Film Forum, some blocks to the west. Apparently, New Yorkers love their independent film, because on a Friday or Saturday night, the Angelika waiting area is packed elbow to elbow, and you don't get in to see a film without a reservation ahead of time. Houston is also conspicuous for the enormous, racy underwear ads on the sides of buildings, and for an informal kind of promenade around weekend brunch time of all the beautiful people in the world, picking distinctively at vintage furniture and clothing stalls set up along the street. Perhaps you never thought that there was such a thing as too trendy, but West Houston is too trendy. You have the feeling everyone is looking at everyone else, silently calculating shoe or handbag values. I appreciate the presence of the basketball courts at 6th Avenue, to bring a touch of the real world to this street, though I admit even here all the players seem conspicuously styled and attractive.