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Ask a New Yorker: Where am I? Where are you? How did I get here? What the hell is going on? Look at you, you look like Edward Scissor-hands. Shanaz: You’re scaring me Kennedy. We’re at Hayato Salon, a Japanese Salon which I’ve been going to for three years. They do an excellent job on… Read more »

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If you’ve never visited New York City but its skylines and streetscapes still seem familiar, you’re not hallucinating. You’ve just been watching a lot of movies and tube. NYC is the site of constant film and TV production. Being invaded by a cinema crew throws some towns into an uproar, but lighting rigs and dressing-room… Read more »

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New Yorkers know all about clutter. We ought to. Space is at a premium here (see The Real NY? Fuhgeddaboudit!, in this issue). After all, not everyone in this town is lucky enough to live in a sprawling pre-war apartment. And most people don’t own those duplexes you see in the movies. In fact, one-bedroom… Read more »

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Maybe you’ve noticed. New Yorkers have a way of communicating that’s a little different from people in other places. We have words, expressions and pronunciations (some might even say mispronunciations) that are unusual, if not entirely unique. But even we don’t all speak alike, thank God. Our education, culture, background, creativity, social situation, status and… Read more »

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Overdone and overlooked, NYC’s visual chaos.   There’s a reason why so many New Yorkers don’t own a car. Cars spell trouble here because there are just so many parking spaces to go around. And every one of them is subject to regulations that impose stiff fines, and worse, as punishment for the unwary… Read more »