To hear Martin Clarke tell it, The Daily Mail accrued its online readership in America nearly by accident. Lining a landing page with paparazzi shots headlined with expressions of awe and outrage, making the bikini a newsworthy event—that was not transatlantic outreach, just British custom. “Originally we focused ruthlessly on our British audience because that Read More
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Once a week since 2002, an all-weather digital camera affixed to the top floor of the 41-story 1 World Financial Center has taken a snapshot of the World Trade Center site, capturing its progress from pit to office park. In Chris Ward’s office, on the 15th floor of 225 Park Avenue South, hangs one such photo from May 2008, when Mr. Ward was appointed by Governor David Paterson to run the Port Authority, the sprawling bistate agency charged with overseeing the Hudson River crossings, the docks and airports and bus terminals on both sides, and the World Trade Center. In the photo, the site looks as it had for years—little more than dirt and ramps, with concrete and steel poking out of the earth here and there. Above it hangs another photo—swapped out each week by Mr. Ward—that shows how far the project has come.
This week, the photo is of a nearly completed memorial plaza, the ghostly square fountains lined with black granite and surrounded by saplings, with 1 World Trade Center rising 68 stories to the right, Tower Four beginning to blossom and the foundations of two larger siblings noticeably underway. Facing the two pictures in the corner is a black-and-white portrait of Austin Tobin, the unsung Robert Moses contemporary who likewise ruled the Port Authority for decades. He seems to be smiling on the work of Ward.
“There’s a real point of pride there, watching one of your projects get built,” Mr. Ward said in an hour-long interview on Monday afternoon. How much longer Mr. Ward will be rotating pictures remains unclear. Read More
“Rachel has nothing to do with me,” Gully Wells informed The Observer, on the phone from London. She was referring to Rachel Noyce, the tall, black-haired haired crush object in The Rachel Papers, Martin Amis’s debut novel, which is conspicuously dedicated to her.
Ms. Wells, 60, is best known for her decade-long, on-and-off love affair Read More
“It hasn’t happened before,” A. Laurence Kaiser IV, the high-end broker of 44 years, said from the car on his way out to Long Island last Thursday. “Never before has there been an apartment of this scale under the same ownership forever. The size, the pedigree and the mystery–it’s an unparalleled combination.”
Forty-two rooms, 15,000 Read More
On a recent Monday evening, Congressman Anthony Weiner strode to the front of a small multipurpose room in the Bronx, where about 75 college Democrats, in baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts, greeted him with loud applause and a couple of scattered whoops.
The event had been advertised on Facebook as “The Gentleman Is Correct in Read More
Last Wednesday, Danny Meyer, maybe the city’s most successful restaurateur, quietly opened a new 40-seat eatery, Untitled, in the Whitney Museum’s basement–that is, if the bright, soaring space tucked beneath the Madison Avenue monolith by architect Marcel Breuer can rightly be called a basement. “This was the case of the context driving the idea, or Read More
On Friday evening, after a cup of broccoli soup, a plate of chicken and a few sips of red wine, Rudy Giuliani took to the stage in the ballroom of the Executive Court banquet hall and prepared to let loose.
With Mitt Romney leading the primary polls by a mile in New Hampshire, and Barack Read More
Christine Quinn slid into a city-owned black SUV waiting outside of the Waldorf, pushing aside a stack of books on Irish history that blocked an aisle. It was St. Patrick’s Day, and Ms. Quinn, one of the city’s most Irish of pols in both ethnicity and aspect, had been at it since 7 a.m., passing Read More
WASHINGTON, D.C. – On Friday morning, the day after he convened his first sensational House hearing on the question of Muslim radicalism, Peter King lumbered into his office on the third floor of the Cannon Building, hung his suit jacket on a bookcase and sat down to read the morning papers.
He plucked the New Read More