MEDS OF MANHATTAN
A CHANGE IS GONNA COME
I’ve been thinking…we need to talk. This has actually been brewing for awhile, but it came to a head the other day. An editor and I were having a little post-mortem outside of the office about the piece I’d published the night before. You know the one. Remember? A few weeks back, you kept me company during a particularly nasty stretch, when I only got four hours of sleep over, what was it, three days? Almost three days. I know, I know: Far from the first time you’ve saved my ass, especially as far as deadlines go. But this time, it was different.
IT’S JUST A FACT: Last year, only five out of every hundred trades made on the New York Stock Exchange actually happened in downtown New York City, on the floor of the NYSE, right on the corner of Wall Street near State. Gone are the days when the NYSE necessitated brokerages “clustered around” Wall Street in order to hand-deliver paper copies of stocks every week. Most of the action now takes place not just outside of the exchange but often nowhere near the Financial District. Could be in Midtown Manhattan, or Midtown Dhaka, but location really isn’t the factor it used to be in making money move.
Yet, with its cobbled, narrow streets, suited workers bustling around and Gilded Age architecture, Wall Street looks like more of an old studio backlot take on New York City than what the city actually looks like these days. In other words, Wall Street is a perfect set, for anyone looking to make a scene. Which might have something to do with why the recent protesters chose it.
Yesterday afternoon, news broke that the Manhattan D.A. office was going to request that all criminal charges of sexual assault against former I.M.F. chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn be dropped. This followed a meeting with Mr. Strauss-Kahn’s accuser, Nafissatou Diallo, and her lawyer, Kenneth Thompson. Mr. Thompson had requested yesterday that a special prosecutor be appointed to the case; his request was denied this morning. Moments ago, Dominique Strauss-Kahn sat down in a courtroom in Lower Manhattan, and received a verdict on his long-contested innocence: the case against him has collapsed. He is a free man, and the conclusion of his long, strange, epic entanglement with the American judicial system has officially began.
Shack Shack deity and New York’s most customer-friendly restaurateur Danny Meyer recently got The New York Times Magazine treatment in a profile that makes him look less like a businessman and more like a walking, breathing, hospitality-obsessed god-amongst-men. Yet: a picnic basket could put a dent in what may be some of the best publicity to ever hit the pages of The Times for a service industry owner. Hey, Boo Boo, indeed.
If you haven’t already read it, this week’s New York Magazine profile of “misunderstood creature” and Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein by Jessica Pressler is many things, but most prominently: weirdly fun, especially concerning a revelation about Mr. Blankfein’s pop culture proclivities.
Did you hear? Former Harvard President Larry Summers recently called the Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss—the two Olympic-rowers who (among other things you should know about them) claim to have invented Facebook—”assholes.” And now they have hit back!
[Insert French expression of astonishment here.] The New York Times reported Thursday evening that the Manhattan DA’s sexual assault case against former IMF chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn—or “Le Perv,” as dubbed by a few New York City newspapers—has come into serious, serious question by (among other things) 400 pounds of Marijuana, and moreover, the credibility of the former IMF chief’s accuser.
Their story is essentially:
There have been inconsistencies in the accuser’s story and past, which is reportedly littered with questions about motives (immigration status) and ties to unsavory characters.