Small as it might be, the winning design was chosen for the way that it maximized light, airiness and storage space through the use of 9-foot-high ceilings, large windows, lofts and Juliet balconies.
This is a couple days late, but The New York Times reports on the results of the Great New York Tiny House Competition (not its official name), and links to what a Juliet balcony is, too. (A place to stand where hot guys can whisper things about you from below.) The rendering is frustratingly if appropriately small, but it does include a mysterious picture of an old man who appears to be in pain, [...]
When I was 27, I decided to leave PR and instead become an extremely successful magazine writer. I quit my job, which was terrible anyway, and took an internship at a now-shuttered magazine with a popular component website. All the writers there were desperately smart and cool, and for the most part, younger than me with very few exceptions. I felt like a fish out of water, a very old fish at 27 (which now, ugh, really?), but I came to really like it and convinced myself it was the path to magazine writing success. Toward the end of my internship, the website’s editor-in-chief, a man I really liked [...]
The NYC Department of Records has created an online archive of 870,000 photos – including creepy crime scene ones! – dating back to the mid-19th century. Everyone thinks this is very cool and their server is freaking out a bit. Here's a sneak peak from Huffington Post to tide you over. Doesn't Babe Ruth's wife Clare in the second slide there look like Kate Moss?
Every trip I take has a soundtrack. When I was young, I used to make mixtapes with new stuff that I’d imagine sounding perfect driving through the desert, skiing down a mountain, or lying on a quiet beach. As a result, I still have many of the cassettes, labeled "Arizona," "Aruba," and "Road trip ’89." When I listen to those tapes now, I can remember exactly where I was and how I felt at each song. It’s like looking at a photo album, but with more of the senses.
Last week, my soundtrack song was "Empire State of Mind," and as my family and I flew over New York City [...]
If your friends in NYC have been clogging up your Instagram feed with photos of Ann Hamilton's art installation at the Park Avenue Armory but you didn't get what made it so cool given the fact that still photos only showed a sheet and some swings and bunch of people on the floor, here is a video that explains some of the hype.
I have been in NYC for two years, and I’ve realized I can meander until my feet are blistered and sore, and still know relatively little about New Yorkers. I wanted to get to know some different neighborhoods using my own metric. The Dictionary.com app on my phone comes with a weird feature that I thought had a lot of potential: you can see a list of words people near you have looked up with the app recently. I would become a demographer, though lacking the de rigueur education and credibility and all that.
I went to around 20 NYC hoods (mostly Brooklyn). Not only did give me an excuse for [...]
The other day at Barnes & Noble they'd just set up a new endcap display of musicians' autobiographies. Patti Smith's was there, Rod Stewart's was there, and so was Cyndi's. In my family, when you say "SIN-dee," you're referring to one of three people: Aunt Cindy, Aunt Cyndi, or Cyndi Lauper. The aunts haven't written their books yet, so obviously this one was by the latter — the one my uncle helped create. Once upon a time, many careers and homes and friendships ago, Patrick, my mom's older brother, was Cyndi's makeup artist, hairdresser, and stylist, through her screaming rise to fame in the '80s. Upon seeing the book, and [...]