The United Nations has a long tradition of employing the world’s finest architects.
The original Secretariat complex was the work of Le Corbusier and Oscar Niemeyer, two of the most revered designers ever to pick up a T-square. DC-1 and DC-2, the 1976 expansion of the campus better known as U.N. Plaza, was designed by Kevin Roche, builder of many New York towers and heir to the throne of Eero Saarinen.
In 2002, when it came time to plan for a new tower to house this globetrotting workforce, the United Nations Development Corporation, the city agency that handles all U.N. property, held a competition. It was open only to Pritzker Prize winners, and Japanese architect Fumihiko Maki was selected in 2004. Not long after, the project ran into political hurdles and was put on hold, but earlier this month Albany, the city and the U.N. reached a deal so the project can move forward. Almost as soon as the ink had dried on the land swap, Mr. Maki and his local partners, FXFowle, unrolled their blueprints and got back to work.
You better get on this Douglas Elliman listing, and fast, if you still want to pay $34.5 million for it. What with it’s location atop Trump World Tower, the price should start climbing higher as time goes on. The Donald’s got a presidential race to run, for chrissakes, and they cost money! Read More
For many Turtle Bay residents, the fatal crane collapse at 303 East 51st Street on March 15 was more than just an accident that should have been prevented: It was three years of frenzied residential development come home to roost.
A New York Post column published the morning after began, “Katherine Hepburn must Read More
A seventh body was recovered at the site of Saturday’s crane collapse, the AP reported this afternoon.
All of the casualties from the 19-story crane’s collapse on Saturday were construction workers at the site, except for one woman visiting a friend in a nearby townhouse to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. The NYPD released Read More
My first apartment in New York was conveniently located right across the street — well within stumbling distance — from the dive bar Fubar at 305 East 50th Street.
I always wondered how the reputedly rowdy tavern — which the doorman warned me about on move-in day — got its trade name past the liquor Read More