There comes a time in every New Yorker’s life when she realizes that she simply can’t keep up-and I’m not talking about the Joneses, or the latest in beachwear or celebrity hotspots, or even the eternally exhausting rat race. Nope, it’s the dust bunnies that truly get me down. They’re an insidious breed, these furballs Read More
On the northwest corner of Mercer Street and Prince Street :
One massive, shining, white brick wall, lit from below, stretches the length of the large, high-ceilinged lobby bar in the Mercer Hotel. At one end, a wall of books includes Helvetica: Homage to a Typeface , The Lexicon of Shoes , Palestinian Cabinet Read More
Recently, partly by accident, I sold my apartment for way too much money. For the past few years, I’ve sporadically shopped for a new home, driven by the eternal New York longing for more square-footage. Though I was eager for a place where my “home office” wasn’t three feet from my “dining room,” spiraling costs Read More
Dear Rudy G: Hey, long time, no talk. But I got wind of your situation in Manhattan, and figured you might get a lift of spirits hearing from one of your old targets in North Jersey. I mean-not to put too fine a point on it, Rudy, but, Jesus: For somebody who’s spent the past Read More
