Navy
Sullivan Street, below Houston and above Spring, is perhaps the most unassuming, and therefore socially relevant stretches in all of downtown. One of those beyond rare neighborhoods, quiet and yet always busy, where pretty much all of the people you see walking around actually live there. Too west to be Soho, too south to be West Village, the South Village is a secret slice of the city all its own. And should there be a poster boy for this cool-without-trying cove, well, it'd have to be Navy.
A sliver of a seafood restaurant - oysters for the table, and the Mussel Toast just for you are a must - the dark, shadowy spot, with its faded finishes, low lighting, and close quarters, is definitely easy to get lost in should you arrive in the requisite New York black on black ensemble. Being the wife of the owner, our most picturesque model Nadine knows what's up, and kept things bright on her end. Follow her lead, keep shit hip with a pair of metal rimmed, clip on glasses, and you'll be grabbing all the attention away from the sampling of model diners and waitstaff sprinkled about the space.
Navy, 137 Sullivan Street
Nadine Abramcyk in Marc Jacobs Clip On Sunglasses