Stephanie
Theodore:
“People
don’t move to Sunnyside because it’s cool.
This is
the New York New Yorkers live in.”
Having
been raised on Long Island, Stephanie Theodore moved to Rego Park right
after college. She hated it there and swore to herself that she would
never live in Queens again.
“I’ll live in Manhattan from now,” Stephanie told herself. “This is where it’s at!”
What followed were 17 years on
Mott Street, where she lived in a six-floor-walkup and only
communicated with her neighbors over disagreements and at co-op
meetings. Slowly, bankers, lawyers, brokers and trustafarians descended
on SoHo. When Stephanie fell in love with a man who owned a house in
Sunnyside Gardens, it wasn’t hard for her to leave. The
relationship didn’t last long, but her love for Sunnyside
continued unabated. The neighborhood’s architecture, pubs and
tight community structure reminded her of London, where she studied at
Christie’s Education. In 2007 Stephanie bought an apartment on
46th Street.
On the weekends, she still returns to SoHo, where she runs THEODORE:Art.
Her gallery represents primarily British artists with whom she has
fostered long and growing relationships. Stephanie describes her
artists’ work as “aesthetically mature, well-crafted and
appealing,” but with a “conceptual and subversive
agenda.” She shudders at the hype in the contemporary art scene
and laments that many gallerists are more concerned with
“packaging” and “surface” than with the work
itself.
The pragmatic idealism
Stephanie brings to her work as an art dealer mirrors her feelings towards her
Sunnyside’s community. She does not want to live in a
neighborhood overrun by superficial hipsters and is happy to return to
Sunnyside at the end of the day. “I have the best of both
worlds,” she says. “It’s nice to get away and not
have black-clad hipsters all around or business people or tourists.
People don’t move to Sunnyside because it’s cool. This is
the New York New Yorkers live in.”
But Stephanie worries that
Sunnyside’s Starbucks—a neighborhood’s
“signifier of acceptability”—is the beginning of the
end. Maybe real estate agents will invent a gimmicky name for
Sunnyside, like when they dubbed her part of SoHo “Nolita”?
And maybe hipsters will follow, clogging the streets with their
“hipster babies in Sonic Youth t-shirts… Gag!” But
Stephanie hopes that the existing nuclei of world cultures will
continue to attract a steady stream of diverse immigrants with equally
diverse professions—and with people who appreciate this
“neighborly neighborhood” for what it is.