Got into a sparkling new cab this morning. The seats, dashboard and windows shined. Riding my finger along the metal detail on the passenger door, I thought, the only time my brother Rory and I were ever this clean was for one lone hour at a photography studio on Third Avenue in spring 1960. I repel wool…. Read more »
Only good part to getting older is how I pop up in the early morning like a Reverse Vampire. Makes it easy to get outside when the light’s right. This past Saturday, I rode my bicycle to Central Park and arrived at Bow Bridge on The Lake at 6:45. The colors in the park slowly… Read more »
The debate about art endlessly fascinates. Is it a means of communication or is it an end within itself? Is the creation of art the transformation of the artist? Or does the artist transform the medium? Is each work a labyrinth through which the audience may discover themselves anew, or is the work completely independent… Read more »
We’ve all been there. You’re headed to a date with a new person, happy as a lamb adopted by a vegetarian farmer. You wear your Sunday best even though it’s not Sunday. You get your hair did. You even whip out a little perfume or cologne. You arrive, wait for him or her, and they… Read more »
A: In a word—No. It’s true that you might be getting something that sort-of looks like your favorite designer brand, but the quality of the bags/sunglasses/watches are poor and easily recognized as cheap. The higher-end knock-offs (the one stored in illicit back rooms and basements) look like the real deal, but they are highly illegal… Read more »
You’re officially a New Yorker when You’ve lived here for at least 8 years You’ve gotten punched in the face by a homeless man (or woman) You’ve gotten hit by a car I was branded an “Official New Yorker” after checking #3 off my list on Monday. It started off like any other beautiful fall day…. Read more »
Next Tuesday, August 14th, Garland Jeffreys—one of my songwriting heroes—will perform at City Stories: Stoops to Nuts at the Cornelia Street Cafe. It’s a family affair: Garland, Claire, and Savannah Jeffreys will take the stage along with Robert Conroy, one of my favorite artists from the Loser’s Lounge. Jeffreys is a New York City treasure. Please… Read more »
I’m a rabbit who’s never left his warren. My family has lived on York Avenue in Manhattan since 1896. I own the horseshoe that hung over the front door of my great-grandparents’ apartment at #1403. I already have 1500 old photographs of Yorkville, but nothing pumped me up like my recent discovery of the Walker… Read more »
Love the idea of a sweet lounge near midtown but hate the crowds at 230 Fifth? Contributor Emily Sproch may have just the place… There is a powerful divide at 26th and Broadway. Just north of the intersection lies a dismal strip of wholesale shops that supply the city’s street vendors with their cheap perfume… Read more »
Before air conditioning, I spent entire Yorkville summers with the lights out in our 517 East 83rd Street apartment. Mom could page through a calendar in the winter and start sweating when June, July, August flipped by, but Dad loved the heat. He slept under a pipe in the Navy. Made for nice conversation. One afternoon… Read more »
