By Staff 1/30/07 4:13pm

The Afternoon Wrap: Tuesday

  • Edward Lee Cave [pictured above, with posse] is a true Old School Broker. Why do his clients like him? “[T]hey knew I know how to live. That’s why I sell prewar buildings, each of which is a private club that represents a way of life — because I’ve lived in those buildings, I understand Read More

    • By Matthew Schuerman 6/19/06 12:00am

    We’re Not Easy: Can City Seduce ’08 Democrats?

    In an almost quadrennial ritual mating dance between New York and the Democrats that has persisted through the last nine presidential elections, a dozen or so members of the Democratic National Committee and their consultants are on their way into town. After they have checked into the Ritz-Carlton on the evening of June 14, they’ll Read More

    By Matthew Schuerman 6/19/06 12:00am

    We’re Not Easy: Can City Seduce ’08 Democrats?

    In an almost quadrennial ritual mating dance between New York and the Democrats that has persisted through the last nine presidential elections, a dozen or so members of the Democratic National Committee and their consultants are on their way into town. After they have checked into the Ritz-Carlton on the evening of June 14, they’ll Read More

    By Ingrid Skjong 2/13/06 12:00am

    Much Ado About One Gal’s Tattoo: City Leaves Its Mark

    When asked why I got my brand-new tattoo, I like to say that New York made me do it. The single, two-inch-long wing on my left hip—gracefully angled to the slant of my hipbone—isn’t a product of a drunken night, or a dare, or even a breakup-induced clamor for clarity. No, this lovely piece of Read More

    By Ingrid Skjong 2/13/06 12:00am

    Much Ado About One Gal’s Tattoo: City Leaves Its Mark

    When asked why I got my brand-new tattoo, I like to say that New York made me do it. The single, two-inch-long wing on my left hip—gracefully angled to the slant of my hipbone—isn’t a product of a drunken night, or a dare, or even a breakup-induced clamor for clarity. No, this lovely piece of Read More

    By Philip Weiss 3/01/99 12:00am

    My Trip to Tony in Frogtown, Far From Mad Manhattan

    A month ago, I made 50 bucks delivering the Frogtown Times in an inner-city neighborhood in Jesse Ventura country, St. Paul. All journalists should have to deliver a newspaper now and then. It’s humbling. You’re reminded of how little most people actually want your work, how much you’re asking of them in just 15 inches. Read More

    By Anne Roiphe 7/20/98 12:00am

    Feeling a Chill at the Thought of a Market Spill

    The economy is swell or swelling like a flooding river, so I’m told. I know about real estate prices in New York and how the smallest of roach-infected closets in the West Village costs more than a 10-room Victorian in Minneapolis. This means I probably couldn’t buy my apartment now if I didn’t already Read More