Sunday morning in front of the Chelsea Hotel, a crowd of eccentrically-attired, artistic types milled about the sidewalk while a scrum of reporters and local politicians scrutinized a collection of photographs propped on easels.
A passerby stopped to gawk. “What is this, an art show?” she asked. Read More
On Monday afternoon, across the street from Serafina on East 61st Street, a coffin sat on a black metal platform-the latest attention-grabbing prop adopted by union members now that Scabbie the inflatable rat has become more a beloved urban mascot than a shocking symbol of corporate malfeasance.
The mostly plastic casket was black with faux Read More
In January 2009, I wrote “The Apthorp as Waterloo,” a profile of the Upper West Side’s iconic and very gorgeous 102-year-old limestone apartment house, which was then fighting a battle that included guns, rabbis, red ants, Jordache jeans, a diamond billionaire, and a very large group of upset New Yorkers. “Remember that show? Gilligan’s Read More
