After Sandy

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Superior Ink Dries: Residents and Listings Return to Saltwater Damaged Building

Earlier this month, the stars, titans of finance and assorted rich people who call Superior Ink home got some good news: the building, which was seriously damaged in Hurricane Sandy, was ready for re-habitation. Residents have been able to return since December 8, several sources told The Observer.

In mid-November, management informed residents—which include  Mark Jacobs and Hilary Swank and Kings of Leon’s Caleb Followill—that they might be not be able to return for months because seawater had entered the building’s pipes. Some residents were reportedly quite miffed that they would have to extend their stays at The Mark and The Pierre. Read More

Forget the Bedbug Invasion, the Stars Have Taken Over Toronto!

Nicole Kidman is here, trying to smile up some new interest in both a career that has turned anemic and a movie version of the Broadway play Rabbit Hole, which underscores her rarely tapped depths as a dramatic actress. As movies lose luster and star wattage dims, you wouldn’t guess it this week in Toronto. Read More

The Up-and-Comer

The elevator at the Superior Ink building was gently lit and cleanly coffered on all three sides. This past Sunday, Eric Zollinger, a senior sales associate for Related Companies, the condo tower’s developer, was crisply suited and freshly showered with gelled hair that stood at attention like fresh-mowed grass. He used the elevator ride to Read More

Amelia Has Me Flying High!

Amelia
Running time 111 minutes
Written by Ron Bass and Anna Hamilton Phelan
Directed by Mira Nair
Starring Hilary Swank, Richard Gere, Ewan McGregor, Cherry Jones

When Amelia Earhart, the world’s most famous aviatrix, disappeared in midair on July 2, 1937, somewhere over the Pacific between New Guinea and a Howland Island refueling station, Read More

The Transom

Boys Do Cry

At 5:19 on this week’s warm Monday night, the Charles Street home of Hilary Swank and Chad Lowe was deserted. A few sad Christmas wreaths still hung from the doorways of neighboring West Village townhouses. The shittiest car on the street was an old white Acura, weirdly guarded by the Club. The Read More