Late Saturday afternoon, Chelsea’s setting sun had turned the windows of Zach Feuer to mirrors and, past the racks of fake video games at the entrance, the gallery had undergone a transformation too. Aggressive clusters of young men shit-talked each other over hip-hop from a DJ booth at the back of the room. Some of them ate Haitian food from tin containers on folding chairs, engaged in nodding discussions serious enough to discourage the gallery types from taking a seat nearby—they tended to hang near the walls. Read More
In an art world of $60 million estate lawsuits and jet-set dealers, it’s hard to remember a time when anyone would mispronounce Jean-Michel Basquiat’s graffiti tag “SAMO,” but in 1979 Glenn O’Brien did. He even did it in the presence of the superstar artist, who was on his black-and-white public access show TV Party, sporting a Mohawk, just before he hit it big. Read More
“When did J. P. Morgan die?” asked a guest at the Morgan Library and Museum’s Young Fellows Summer Cocktail Party, who, if not exactly young himself, had been trying to make the younger elements of the party feel at home, particularly the women. Read More
Last night at the The Royalton Hotel in Midtown West, Carla Bruni regaled listeners with music from her new album, Little French Songs (released in April on Verve), as part of the New York Observer’s salon series, curated by Absolut ELYX.
A star-studded crew came out to see the former First Lady of France as she strummed out tunes from her fourth studio CD, featuring French, English and Italian lyrics and a follow-up to Comme si de rien n’était, recorded in 2008. Read More
The Observer took a long, damp walk to 250 West Street last night for the condo conversion’s official debut (its target audience is clearly not the public transportation crowd), but the Hudson, thankfully, kept to itself on the far side of the highway.
It was not so well behaved last October, when Hurricane Sandy flooded the Tribeca building’s basement, delaying not only the move-in date, but the big reveal of three apartments gussied up by Hearst for its interior design showcase. (Some of the mechanicals in the basement had to be replaced.) Read More
After receiving several complaints about the throngs of bikini-clad women grinding up on the rooftop pool of the Gansevoort Hotel, the management has taken steps to make their Sunday afternoon club scene a little less intense. Read More
Last night, the Museum of Modern Art held a post-VIP Armory show with a production all it’s own: a charity benefit for this week’s biggest art fair, culminating in a performance by hipster rockers Neon Indian. There was only one thing missing… Read More
Last night at the Ace Hotel’s Liberty Hall, Alan Cumming and perfumier Christopher Brosius celebrated the launch of 2nd (Alan) Cumming, a fragrance not substantially different from Cumming, Mr. Cumming’s pre-existing perfume, but one whose proceeds go to charity. Read More
Gregory Spock is used to performing librettos before rapt audiences in concert halls from Hartford to Florence. Recently, the 26-year-old has found more intimate venues within the exposed-brick walls of New York townhouses. A Roland keyboard or a baby grand to his right, a pink bow tie around his neck, a songbook in his hands—Verdi always wows `em—Mr. Spock delivers bursts of baroque beauty, all for salesmanship.
Mr. Spock joined Manhattan brokerage Rubicon Property four months ago, after receiving his broker’s license in the winter. He said his new boss liked him for his creativity, which means saving money on those showings.
“A lot of people have food or wine now, but the entertainment isn’t thought out.”
Because who isn’t lulled into signing a multi-million dollar contract by the plaintive moans of Aida?
During last decade’s real estate boom, the real estate party, usually in a newly built condo tower, was a staple of the industry. After the recession hit, nobody could much afford them. Now they seem to be hobbling back, along with the real estate market. Read More
Business seems to be moving along at 510 Madison, the luxury office building that developer Harry Macklowe traded to Mort Zuckerman’s Boston Properties last year. In addition to seeking major deals for multiple floors of office space, the building at Madison Avenue and 53rd Street is marketing to smaller tenants who would lease as little as 2,500 square feet (read: hedge funds).
“We have a great level of activity and we are willing to entertain deals from 2,500 square feet to multiple floors,” said CB Richard Ellis’ Paul Amrich, the rental agent for the building, at a cocktail party last night to introduce the building’s small-tenant program.
The Observer, upon receiving an invitation (apparently by accident), stopped by the party to check out the new building. As it turns out, the party wasn’t open to reporters, but we got an inside look anyway. Read More