That’s BroBo as in Bronx Bohemian, not Brooklyn Bohemian. Read More
Neighborhoods in New York have always been fungible. Names change or are invented out of thin air, acronyms, and nearby landmarks. Borders shift like tectonic plates—slowly, imperceptibly, then, in a city-shaking tremor, all at once. We all pretend to hate it, but we live with it, quietly profiting off it all. This is a town singularly obsessed with real estate, after all. So who can really blame Rose Associates for pushing the boundaries of the East Village? Read More
Now that The Times has annointed that land without beer, Williamsburg, as the new Park Slope, the paper is in search of other neighborhoods to colonize in that wilderness known as the Outer Boroughs. This week, the Gray Lady has settled on Jackson Heights–a nabe that brokers atrociously called the new Billy Burg but Read More
One of the great creations of the real estate boom was “FiDi.” As many old office buildings grew obsolete, instead of tearing down the historic warren of grand towers surrounding Wall Street, developers, with the city’s encouragement, began converting them into apartments. The Financial District became, well, the Residential District.
Yet, just as traders Read More