Showing posts with label Life in NYC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life in NYC. Show all posts

7/28/12

The NYC Apartment - The Cherokee

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Now that I don't live there anymore, I am slightly excited to reveal precisely where I lived the past three years in New York City. I think for bicycle commuters, it will be interesting to see what a fantastic bike-friendly address I had at The Cherokee. (The first two years in NYC we pretty much had shit apartments- this is the memorable, beautiful, interesting one.)

Here's an excerpt that explains more about the history and the beautiful architecture of the building:

With film, the physical city is often woven into the drama or story line. A century old act of humanitarianism left New York with a historic and architectural landmark that has been used as a modern day film setting. The former Shively Sanitary Tenements on East 77th St., sponsored by Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt in 1911, was built as low cost housing for recovering tuberculosis patients. Every room has floor to ceiling, triple sash windows, leading out to distinctive wrought iron balconies.

Flooded with light and fresh air, which at the time was the only treatment for TB, these apartments couldn’t have been more different from the typical, dark, dank, overcrowded, and airless tenements of that era. The street level entrances are open-air arcades covered by vaulted arches of intricately patterned Guastavino terra-cotta tiles (think the Oyster Bar in Grand Central). All the apartments are reached by spiral staircases from an open courtyard, with a built-in seat on each landing, so that the afflicted could rest on the way up!

This incredibly ornate Beaux-Arts landmark was used as a location for the 2005 Ewan McGregor film, titled STAY, in which he plays a psychiatrist. The architecture of the building is beautifully incorporated into a key scene in which Mr. McGregor’s character descends the dizzying spiral staircase, experiencing a different hallucination on each landing. A stunning metaphor for his own descent into mental illness.


For people who are interested in tiny NYC apartments, you may enjoy the little video tour I made on the very last day when we were extremely bored in the empty apartment waiting for the new tenants to take over.


At one point, I found this wonderful photograph of a woman standing on a balcony like ours: 
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For bike stuff, it was located here at the dot below in this quiet part of the UES with quick access to the East River Path. This is why it was so easy to make little jaunts up to Target in East Harlem. This is also why we took Bonnie, the dog, to Central Park on most sunny Sundays. 
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Are we sad we left? No. We paid about $1700 per month for less than 400 square feet. Are we glad we did it? Absolutely! It was a very beautiful building. Our unit was tiny and posed many organizational challenges, especially for me, working in fashion and the garment industry. Too many clothes to live here! This building also had a hum-dinger of a bicycle storage room. 

6/19/12

Schiaparelli & Prada

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Loved this
I had a great day before noon. I got up and walked over to The Met at opening time to avoid crowds, for the Schiaparelli and Prada exhibition. I didn't expect to be so moved by these powerful, intelligent, creative women.


This is the best thing I took away with me. This quote: 
Prada: Women always try to tame themselves as they get older, but the ones who look best are often a bit wilder. Thinking about age all the time is the biggest prison women can make for themselves.

Isn't that so amazing and true? I could have left then, but I kept going. Soaking it in. I know that my eyes are going to be bleeding when I get to Arkansas. I won't see beautiful garments that are pieces of art up-close anymore. I'll have to just see them online and in magazines, which is fine. I appreciated being near them this morning. May be my last time for a while. 


I was just so pleased that a big, attention-getting exhibit was all about two female designers. I was happy that there was so much focus in one exhibition on two ladies. Feminist pride took me over. 


Then I took in some modern art. I jotted some names in my tiny
Lisa Frank notebook to look up later of art I was jealous of. I looked at the Ellsworth Kelly plant drawings and decided to look away because it was tainting the lady-vibes from the previous. I got a little resentful that a male artist's simple sketches would get so much square footage. 


I'm going to miss living so close to Museum Mile. I don't even take a bike. It's a short walk. 

Museum MileI decided to go to a restaurant I saw every day on my bike commute to work. I passed by it tons of times and never had time to stop and always felt a little envious of the people who did have time to partake. It was nice; not amazing, but I'm glad I solved the mystery and took the time to visit. 


I also went by Frank E. Campbell funeral home. I'll miss seeing it on the regular. It's where Joan Crawford's funeral took place (and in the movie Mommie Dearest, which I love.)

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