I first saw Coliseum Books three years ago, just five minutes after an interview for an editorial assistant job at Condé Nast. I had taken the bus down from Cape Cod, where I was staying in a rented beach house with my extended family, and was wearing my Aunt Jane’s black, tapered pantsuit with shoulder Read More
My mind is in the toilet. For the past week, I have been totally obsessed with smut. It all began on March 22, with the Environmental Protection Agency’s jarring revelation that Manhattan is now the dirtiest town in America. It started me thinking about grime and filth, and I cannot stop. The annoying fact that Read More
Wednesday 6th
Does anyone remember when the subways were able to run even in the event of rain? Could it possibly be, like the Jake Gyllenhaal movie warned us, that the weather is getting worse, or are we just remembering the past through rose-tinted goggles, like when a latte cost less than $4, we Read More
The Wall and I go back a while now; the relationship dates
from early March, and in New York terms it’s starting to look serious. It all
started when, in the course of my weekly lunchtime stroll to my bank on Union
Square, I noticed that the north face of the massive apartment building, record Read More
