Of all the classic New York hotels, one of its finest, the Knickerbocker, has fallen into almost-total obscurity.
New York’s art world is made of fanatics, freaks, and the ultra-rich. In a quest to convert a rich friend to patronage, we begin to doubt the faith.
No one in New York sleeps easily on Sunday night, so where better to share the collective isolation than at the top of the Empire State Building?
Central Park is a lot of things: the pastoral center of New York City, a relaxing stroll on a Saturday afternoon, a patch of grass lined with horse manure. It’s also home to a minimum-security prison.