Look at 1 West End Avenue. Look how shiny it is. How tall. Contemplate the view. Savor it. If you're among the people slated to rent one of its 118 units of affordable housing, you won't be seeing it from this angle often, because you'll be entering through the back door.
Over the weekend, the New York Times highlighted Chipotle’s recent decision to print (very) short stories by famous writers on its paper cups and take-out bags. Called “Cultivating Thought,” the campaign is the brainchild of Brooklyn novelist Jonathan Safran Foer, who approached the fast-casual Mexican grill chain after visiting one of its establishments earlier this year. Toni Morrison and Malcolm Gladwell have signed on. So let’s ask what New York’s literary milieu have wondered about: How much is Chipotle paying?
Every November, media types, ourselves included, trot out the trope that spending time with family during Thanksgiving is necessarily a difficult thing. Your sister is hateful, your uncles are racist, your nana's candied yams are a brutal, sunset-hued chore to be endured. Today, we meet the saddest victim of these holiday communication breakdowns: a poor soul whose excellent taste in footwear left him unable to bond with the people he cherished most.
The New York Times checked up today on the financial situation of the Reverend Al Sharpton, New York and America's most public private citizen. The setup is about how Sharpton has gone from outsider to insider, track suits to tailored suits, "from the streets to the suites," in his words, etc. Then we learn—well, "learn" isn't exactly the right word, given how well-documented all of Sharpton's aspects have been through the years.
The Atlantic wonders why millennials aren't saving money. The answer, as it turns out, is pretty simple. Millennials are extremely mistrustful of banks, don't know shit about investing, and are just really fucking bad at saving money. Like, really, really bad. Oh, right, and student loan debt. Welcome to adulthood!
Heads up, plebs: If you want to listen to Taylor Swift, you gotta pay up. The very rich, guitar-playing porcelain doll has taken a silent stand against dwindling music sales and pulled her catalog of songs from Spotify.
Ah, fall! Leaves and trees and hiking and shit. All this nature, isn't it lovely? It's so lovely that it has all the colors: from orange to red to green, green like stacked wads of cold, hard cash.
Currently, Ebola.com is pretty barebones: an image of the virus, a few news articles, and links to buy relevant books on Amazon. If you think you can do something better with the site, it can be yours for just $150,000. But if birdflu.com better suits your fancy, you'll have to pay Jon Schultz a little more.
There's a good reason the guy in this video is completely losing his shit over the Magic: The Gathering cards he just opened. The deck he's unwrapping, from Magic's very first set, now sells for nearly $6,000—and he just turned an enormous profit.
The photographer Jay Maisel has owned the enormous property at 190 Bowery since 1966, and in the years since then—as the Bowery transformed from a grimy haven for the downtrodden to a still-kinda-grimy strip of museums and boutique hotels—it stood stoic, a graffiti-covered monument to The Way it Used to Be. Now, it's finally catching up to the neighborhood.
Saturday, Jim Dolan and his band JD & The Straight Shot will open for the fuckin' Eagles at Madison Square Garden, a storied venue that Dolan happens to own. The performance will surely go down in history as the moment the 59-year-old billionaire Cablevision CEO and father of six became World's Coolest Dad.
