The Cobbler of Cooper Square

“Right now, I’m in labor—I’m going into labor,” declared Klaus Ortlieb, the effusive 50-year-old manager of the forthcoming Cooper Square Hotel, standing on a large Persian rug in the hotel lobby on Nov. 6.

He was speaking metaphorically, of course, about the final push to open the glassy, 23-story, $110 million Carlos Zapata-designed building, Read More

Two High School Friends + One Hotel = Trouble

When the imposing, 21-story neighborhood lightning rod Cooper Square Hotel finally rolls out its sprawling, three-floor bar and restaurant program this summer—complete with an angry-neighbor-friendly “soundbaffling” terrace—what will the developers do as an encore next door?

Another innovative noise-reducing restaurant? A whopping whole other shark-fin-shaped hotel? Perhaps the bigger question: Will affable hotelier Gregory Read More

George and Hilly

Hilly and I had been out late the night before. I began the therapy session by playing a snippet of a tape recording I’d made in the wee hours at a rooftop party, chatting with a Southern woman named Tara, while Hilly was nearby.

I sat on Dr. Selman’s couch and hit play.

TARA: And Read More

Coming Out Soon: A Wild Gay Opera of a Book

James McCourt doesn’t see New York the way the rest of us do. You think the Frick Collection is just a place to go on a Sunday afternoon to soak up some culture? To Mr. McCourt, it’s 1950′s gay-pickup central, particularly, for some reason, among the Fragonards. Greenwich Avenue isn’t just a diagonal Village street Read More

Nukeporn Revisited: The Movie That Ruined My Life

So, I’m moderating this panel up at the Newport International Film Festival a little while ago, and it’s on Shakespeare on film, and I’m talking to one of the panelists, Michael York, the British actor who’s just come out with a valuable book , A Shakespearean Actor Prepares –but more to the point, he was Read More

Why Ladies Have a Beef With Hollywood

The often-heard argument that we can send a man into space but we can’t cure the common cold had peculiar relevance for me recently. I’d been touting the miraculous powers of echinacea for three sniffle-free months while those around me dripped, snorted, coughed and took to their beds, but herbal pride goeth before a cold, Read More