My post-lotto win uptown pied de terre: two-bedroom condo on the 66th floor of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. Cost? $6.9 million.
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Observations of a night spent in Times Square from a New York Times Sunday Magazine article published on May 8, 1910.
Since 8 o'clock or before, building hope on the generosity of the theatregoing crowd the [homeless man wearing a] bundle of rags has been squatting in its corner, forcing out wheezy sounds from its wretched concertina. Before it, massing on the pavements, dashing across the street in front of whizzing motors and clattering caps, the panorama of Broadway has been unfolded -- that panorama of strange contrasts, with its luxury and pseudo luxury, to bring envy to the snapping point. But such a one as this, the bundle of rags aforesaid, has lost the spirit to be envious. At least a pallid hope, a sort of anaemic longing, that an occasional nickel will be dropped into the cup, mistaken in the darkness for a penny... Three or four blocks up the street a string band is still playing away for a dozen or more couples who will not forsake the rather Bohemian restaurant until the gray of dawn, and who now, under the inspiration of their wine, are whooping it up in songs, telling silly stories, or retailing unpleasant gossip.
But in the big hotels, the Knickerbocker across the way, and the Astor, the fiddles have had time to get into a deep sleep, the lights in the grill are out, chairs are banked on the tables, and the sweepers are already busy in the lobby getting ready for another day...
But does Times Square ever sleep?
It never really does.
Living a few blocks from Times Square I can attest to the fact that nothing has really changed much apparently from 1910.
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Sure, this is super staged (note all the security presence in the background), but for what it's worth here is Prime Minister David Cameron and Mayor Bloomberg eating hot dogs outside of Penn Station. Damn, they even kicked out the hot dog vendor from the photo.
Update: Here's another photo from a different angle with the vendor, but no pedestrians and even more security.
An improvement to a G train sign. I approve this message.
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Now I know how new parents feel. I'm obsessed with my new bike. Here's another photo of me and my baby (snapped by Mariya who got her own lil ride too). Permanent smiles all day.
The Dream Team, version 2.
This year's New York Knicks starting line up of LeBron James, Dwayne Wade, and Chris Bosh is going to incredible. I got season tickets! And then I woke up.
Update: @madbrows made the following insightful observation: "I love how he has ice on his crouch too while he's holding imaginary breasts."
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This purportedly stolen Lamborghini Hey, I was at this party!
Hipster friendly NYC subway map. Hilarious and so true, especially the "Talk about going here" region of Brooklyn. [Hat tip: Rachael!]
Last Friday I spotted this bicycle in the Lower East Side. I thought it was quite knit.
Living in New York City I appreciate the tourists who come and visit. I appreciate the excitement, enthusiasm, and dollars they bring here. That said, having worked the past couple years near two major tourist destinations (Macy's and now right next to the World Trade Center construction pit), sometimes I wouldn't mind separate pedestrian lanes, especially when I'm just trying to grab a quick lunch or head home.
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In the juke box at a bar in my neighborhood, I spotted this playlist paying homage (obviously) to a last name of some significance for this blogger. Clearly we had to play a song from it and clearly that song had to be "
Kiersten Essenpreis awesomely illustrates and distills the main difference between Chicago and Brooklyn into one very important distinction. However, no matter how you slice it, the Brooklyn folded pizza always comes out on top.
Sign inside entrance of the decidedly straight edge sounding Gramercy Theater.
It looks like this was shot on Mercer and Houston.On Saturday afternoon I went to the MoMA to see Marina Abramovic's exhibition including her latest live piece on the second floor. In short it was stunning and I highly recommend you go see it. Anyway, here are some photos from that visit.
The public is invited to sit across from Marina and gaze at her as she stares ahead silently. Some sit for only seconds or few minutes. On the day that I went this random guy had already been sitting there for 3 hours.
Yin Xiuzhen’s cozy interactive van experience titled "Collective Subconscious."
You can step inside and hang out while soothing music plays from a speaker.
Sophia posing.
Front of the van.
Close up of one of the shirts connecting the two ends of the van.
A neat way to display some photos...
See what we did here?
Ernesto Neto's piece titled "Navedenga," which you could also walk inside of.
But first you have to take off your boots and show to the world your awfully amazing socks.
Sophia strikes a pose.
And I smile way too broadly while standing next to an udder.
We checked in on our friends and yup, they were still silently sitting there staring at one another. World's Longest Staring Contest Ever.
Now you know.
As we were getting ready to leave four hours later, we heard the gallery erupt to applause. We rushed upstairs and saw the man finally stand up and walk away leaving the artist to sit for a few minutes longer before the performance ended. While I admired the guy's endurance to sit under those hot bright lights for eight hours, I was annoyed at his selfishness that prevented me and countless others from sitting there as well.
The End.
Wow, its been awhile since I've done one of these. Without further adieu, here are a few photos from last Thursday when I went to Brooklyn Bowl with a few friends for some Blue Ribbon fried chicken dinner, bowling, beer and watching Rahzel and ?uestlove kill it on stage. Incidentally, someone in the audience and then Questlove Rick Rolled Rahzel. INTERNET BEATS HIP HOP.
Note the beer glass in the middle with like five slices of lemon. Wow, someone (*coughnnamdicough*) likes their beer fruity sour.
Ctoy and Nnam tied while, as expected MRod led the way eventually with a perfect score, which may or may not be true.
We were astonished at what a dude-fest it was that night. Look at this photo. I think the ratio of guys to gals was 100:3.
And here's the human beatbox doing his thing:
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