••• “Marilyn Monroe may have been the most photographed celebrity, but get ready to see the ultimate blond bombshell in a completely new way, thanks to dozens of never-published photos going on display Tuesday at the Sumo Gallery in Tribeca.” The photo above is by Milton Greene, courtesy Sumo Gallery. —New York Daily News

••• “Two [Downtown Little League] Girls Softball Squads Clinch Divisional Titles.” —Broadsheet

••• Opening in August at 182 Lafayette (just below Broome): “The Monster Cycle + Studio, a destination its owners are billing as a fitness studio meets nightclub meets art gallery. [It] was born out of trainer Michael Macneal’s popular class of the same name—a nightlife-inspired experience featuring projected music videos—which he created and taught at Equinox for several years.” —Well + Good

•••  A mini-profile of Joe Biden’s nephew Jamie, a D.J. and musician who lives “near the South Street Seaport.” —The New York Times

••• The New York Times included Pier 25 in an article about the city’s “waterfront hotspots” and it’s just the latest instance of the paper painting the area with a broad brush dipped in stereotype. Look, I’ve made these generalizations now and again, but the Times has done it a lot lately, with little other coverage to balance it out. And while we’ve all met people around here who fit the bill, I personally know far, far more who don’t. What really galls me, however, is the hypocrisy: Like a porn-addicted preacher, the Times acts high and mighty about income inequality while simultaneously gushing over the very rich.

Here’s the Pier 25 part, in its entirety—I was going to annotate it in italics but I don’t even know where to start. Well, I did make one or two notes….

Golf. Sailing. Celebrities. Throw in the conspicuous display of luxury timepieces and you have New York’s closest waterfront equivalent to Sagaponack.

For the young hedge-fund managers and analysts who inhabit the nearby finance dominions of TriBeCa and Battery Park City, Pier 25—which juts out into the Hudson River near North Moore Street—has become the de facto spot to pregame for the Hamptons during the week, and to bring the South Fork closer to home on the weekends that they can’t make it out to their summer shares. [Shares? LOL.]

During the day, scrubbed young professionals with perma-tans and perfect teeth congregate at the pier’s myriad outdoor-sports opportunities like sand volleyball and outdoor dance-cardio. A mini-golf course, opened in 2011, is Manhattan’s only 18-holer. It’s the perfect place to give future traders a taste of Maidstone culture on their ninth birthday. The aspiring preppy class can also hone their yachting chops with the Offshore Sailing School.

Even the pier’s Eurocentric playground has become a place to see-and-be-seen, thanks in part to the celebrity parents. Ed Burns and Christy Turlington, Karolina Kurkova, and Leelee Sobieski have been spotted there. They are joined during the day by the freshly blown-out TriBeCa moms, with their Céline bags and their Valentino Rockstud sandals, who transform the playground into a Concours d’Élégance of high-end strollers, with displays of four-figure models by Bugaboo and Stokke almost de rigueur. [This is a writer who likes Bret Easton Ellis.]

One thing that Pier 25 lacked was Hamptons-worthy night life. That’s no longer the case with this month’s opening of Grand Banks, a seasonal oyster bar aboard the Sherman Zwicker, a historic 142-foot fishing schooner docked at the pier’s tip.

During a soft opening over the Fourth of July weekend, the schooner was packed with young professionals with Panerai wristwatches, pink polo shirts and box-fresh boat shoes, who chased down sustainably harvested oysters and fried squash blossoms with nautical-themed cocktails like the Engine Room (lager, aquavit, ginger, lemon). Also spotted were the fedora-and-tattoo types, perhaps lured by the Brooklyn bona fides of Mark Firth, a former owner of Marlow & Sons and Diner.

The owners insist that they were not looking to create a floating version of the meatpacking district.

“Up until about 1900, the entire downtown waterfront was surrounded by these little oyster barges, some guy selling oysters,” said Miles Pincus, another owner, sipping a negroni during the opening party last Thursday. “It was the everyday, common man’s food. It was not the elevated thing it is now. We thought, ‘Why does that not exist?’ ”

Alongside the $3.50 oysters from the Long Island Sound and Huntington Bay, diners can fork over $17 for a small plate of fluke crudo.

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