Three short weeks ago the civil action suit brought against hip-hop artist Sean “Diddy” Combs after his involvement in a 1999 nightclub shoot-out was finally laid to rest. The scene of the crime was Club New York, a Times Square B&T haven owned by Michael Bergos. The controversial joint closed in 2005, but the saga of the Read More
It’s been a while since Diddy (né P. Diddy/Puff Daddy/Diddy Dirty Money/Sean John Combs) hosted his annual White Party in the Hamptons, an indication that the era of the white carpet has come and gone.
On August 25th, a different white-clad crowd will gather, this time in a secret location in a public space somewhere Read More
Something monstrous has set down roots in the Empire State. Threatening to blind, burn and blister unwitting victims from Lake Erie down to Long Island, it is creeping ever closer to New York City.
Giant hogweed (Heracleum mantegazzianum) has arrived in the state for the fourth summer in a row. The plant, which has been Read More
Last Friday night, a group of friends gathered at a bar in Bed-Stuy. There was laughter, there were stories, and there was wine. “A lot of wine,” recounts local writer and director Bex Schwartz, laughing. And then someone checked his or her phone.
“We all went crazy when we got the text. We were all just Read More
If you thought Weinergate was the end of crotch shots, dirty talk and Internet voyeurism (all with the rosy glow of a history in politics!), think again: the situation is now x-rated.
Some of New York real estate’s finest joined The Observer last night to celebrate our 100 Most Powerful People in New York Real Estate list. The party, at the Harmonie Club on East 60th Street, attracted one half of our No. 1 pick—Jody Durst—whose “better half” (as Mr. Durst insisted of his cousin Douglas) could not make it.
New York Attorney General Eric Schneiderman spoke to the 200 assembled guests.
Optimism was plentiful last night, as partygoers discussed real estate’s comeback with us—many insisting that the dark days are over and the market is looking up.
Stay tuned for more coverage in next week’s Commercial Observer.
At the Edison Ballroom last Wednesday Judah Friedlander stood awkwardly by the door, looking out at the dance floor where guests gyrated and boogied to Michael Jackson. In his outfit – like always, a trucker hat, jeans, and a ratty tee-shirt — he looked out of place, as if he wasn’t invited. It turns out Read More