Back before SoHo was gentrified beyond all semblance of recognition and all my favorite places were brutally chased away with coffers-syphoned and orifices bleeding, there was actually a lot of cool stuff to be found down there for a guy with my tastes.
Along with several great bars (some of which are even still there), there were record and disc shops like Lunch for Your Ears and Rocks In Your Head (both of which I’ve waxed rhapsodic about several times on this blog). There were, of course, several cool galleries and book stores (I used to love A Photographer’s Place, which was a great book shop devoted to – wait for it – photography on Mercer Street). If you were looking for camo gear or bullet-belts or, hell, even actual weapons, there was The Trader on Canal, just around the corner from West Broadway. For more conventional duds, there was the ever-reliable Canal Jeans Co. Neat-o stuff was all over the place.
Of course, in 2013, just about all of those businesses are gone, replaced by bigger, brighter, shinier, more pointedly populist and expensive ventures. And unless you enjoy wading through battalions of shoppers and tourists, there’s really precious little reason to walk into SoHo these days. If you’re looking for the gritty, bohemian, street-art-slathered SoHo of old, you’re better off Netflixin’ “Downtown `81” or “After Hours,” `cos that incarnation is long, long gone.
But there was another joint in SoHo that I used to frequent back in the day that I think I’ve fleetingly mentioned here on occasion. Compared to today, West Broadway between Canal Street and Grand Street used to be pretty desolate. There was a large, fenced-in gravel lot (where the SoHo Grand sits today) on the west side, and a parking lot on the east. Down towards the end of the block, there was Scrap Yard (which, I want to say, used to be called Bomb the System), a graffiti emporium that is amazingly –- last I checked, anyway -– still there. Across the way from that, however, there was SoHoZat.
SoHoZat was this freaky comic and magazine space that had all sorts of bizarre stuff. I used to procure underground comics, zines and British music periodicals there, along with weird strains of other, anything-goes type of crap. Don’t bother looking for it today. In 2013, the space that SoHoZat formerly occupied is now a deli, if memory serves.
In any case, for the longest time, the only record of SoHoZat’s existence I could ever find was this post on the excellent Ephemeral New York (which is where the ad above comes from). But earlier this week, I stumbled upon this longer article which tells the back history. If you’re interested in reading the whole piece, you can click here, but here’s the bit about SoHoZat…
The comics – and underground comix – inventory at Monkeys Retreat was influenced in no small part by Bobrof and Darryl Mendelson’s store, SohoZat, which opened in 1978 in Manhattan’s then authentically bohemian SoHo district. While in New York for a boutique merchandise show, Bobrof and Mendelson found some retail space on the cheap and decided to start another business.
SohoZat specialized in reading material, especially underground and foreign newspapers and mainstream comics and underground comix.
The store’s location in the heart of New York’s artists’ district made it a go-to place for an up-and-coming artistic elite. Neil Martinson, co-producer of San Francisco’s Mission Creek Music Festival and publisher of the online magazine PROOF worked (underage) at SohoZat in the late 1970s and recalls rubbing shoulders there with the likes of the now legendary John Belushi and Pulitzer Prize-winning graphic novelist Art Spiegelman. Martinson also remembers the day Spiegelman hand-delivered the first issue of his radical graphics magazine Raw to SohoZat, which became the first place to sell it.
“It was a magical experience to find this store, because it was kind of a dream store for me,” Martinson said. “You walk in and right away there’s the biggest offering of international and domestic and local magazines and newspapers that was available in the city. And to be in an environment where I was constantly meeting cool people. My friends would work in their mom’s office or they’d work in a deli, but this was like a cultural hub. From the late ’70s to the early ’80s SohoZat was probably the hippest store in the history of the world. Everybody went there.
SohoZat’s rent hit $6,000 in 1992, and they were forced to close up shop. Below is a shot of the guys circa 1978.
One of the SohoZat guuys now owns a shop in Phoenicia NY, and still carries some comics & interesting magazines, amongst other things.
Posted by: Tim Broun | June 12, 2013 at 09:22 AM
I'd forgotten the nname Stan Bobrof. Thanks for the memory-jog. Yes, that was a terrific store.
Posted by: BabyDave | June 12, 2013 at 07:20 PM
I forgot about Stan & sohozat. I worked there for a while.
Posted by: JW | June 15, 2013 at 01:58 AM
Loved Sohozat. I worked with the East Village Eye and we gad an ad swap deal with them. I got some great clothing items and jewelry st Sohozat.
Posted by: Celeste | September 07, 2013 at 03:10 PM
With mournful regrets, this is to inform you that Stan Bobrof, half-owner of Zohozat, passed over Feb 12 2014.
Stories of his and Darryl's business circulated with fondness at Stanley's funeral. Long live the memory of Sohozat.
Posted by: Jim Coe | February 16, 2014 at 10:07 PM
I remember both Sohozat and the original Monkey's Retreat location north of OSU in Columbus, and still have most of the undergrounds I bought at MR as a teenager. I actually worked weekends at Sohozat for about a month when I moved to NYC to go to school in the early 80s. Both were great stores, and Darryl was a real mensch.
Posted by: Rjpb | October 11, 2015 at 01:42 PM
Great place. Loved those guys, very generous, sold our fanzine.
Posted by: frank papandrea | December 10, 2015 at 10:18 AM
Love Sohozat. They sold our magazine Dry NY and T-Shirts; and were big supporters of the alternative community.
So sorry to hear about Stan's death.
That was a great creative time and Lower NYC was the hub. Miss them and that era, now NYC is Disneyland, BOOOOOOOOORING.
-Franky Pretzle
Posted by: frank papandrea | September 02, 2016 at 02:33 PM
Worked there in the early 80's
Stan and Alan were the best.
Great times. It seemed like the center of the universe on West Broadway.
Wow.
Posted by: David Olivencia | November 13, 2016 at 01:34 PM
I used to go to this shop a lot as a kid. It was great. Still have all of the comics I bought there. I remember a hardcover signed copy of Dark Knight Returns in a display case I really wanted.
Posted by: RN | May 10, 2017 at 01:41 PM
I met up with Stanley in the summer of 1978. He was alone in SoHoZat
sitting at the open front doors selling the one rack of comics (x) he had in the 5000 sq ft space of the Jacob Cram Coop.
I sold my car & joined in as a business partner in the fall and we set-up a sub chapter S company. I did the consignment part, including art marazines from Europe as well as local vintage stoves, clothes, art...
I met Stanley in the 1960’s.... Met my wife at SoHoZat, she came in selling a fur coat. Sold it that same day to Harriet Love who had a vintage clothing store on west broadway and Prince.
Stanley was a gentleman & a scholar.
We were pioneering in the urban wilderness.
Stan called SoHoZat a Space Age Varuety Store.
I was there the first four years then went into business with Lynn at Babytoes Clothing.
I have lots of all the Zat Magazines if anyone is interested.
Posted by: Alan Fliegel | October 02, 2018 at 09:17 PM