Category Archives: Things

Special treasure troves of things for sale,serendipitously discovered by the Manhattan Voyeur on her walks.

David Letterman is Better than a Great White Shirt

David Letterman is better than a great white shirt. My great white shirt is by the way a fitted Brooks brothers men’s shirt. Sometimes I forget my white shirt for a month or more. But then I put it on and it’s fresh and crisp and sparkling and I can’t picture ever ever tiring of…

Armageddon Hits Barney’s Men’s Department

The world is coming to an end. Truly. I was checking out Barney’s men’s department to see what merch people are knocking off to sell in my price bracket. I like to look at men’s socks–sometimes Barney’s has sales, and since the more feminine men’s socks don’t sell well, they’re marked down–a lot. Anyway, to…

Fifty Shades of Sexual Dysfunction

Brilliant intellectual men who worry about the book business point to instantly huge sales of the Fifty Shades of Grey books (50-50 ebooks vs tangible books) as the latest example of the power of the social network. Before generalizing, however, I’d have ask them  to analyze the humongous male porn internet phenomenon. Maybe the female…

A New Seinfeld After All These Years

chocolate heart cancy

Did you ever have a really great day and want to savor it. Well, my most recent great day was punctuated by an event that just blissed me out. I was flipping channels: nothing interested me. But then suddenly I passed a Seinfeld rerun. “Elaine” had the long hair, so I knew this was an…

The Night David Letterman Hated Me

red sports car

Our streets bring a kaleidoscope of treasure to us voyeurs or (as we prefer to say) totally intense observers. I’ll never forget the night I took a solitary walk around my block. It was after a soft spring rain and I inhaled heady smells of damp growing greens from nearby Central Park. I breathed fresh air deeply as I rarely do in our action-packed streets. Parked smack in front of my building was a slick red car whose proportions were absolutely perfect. No bulges. No awkward bobbed trunk. Indeed the engine compartment and trunk were balanced in what looked to be Platonic perfection.

High Style. Low Prices. Zara’s Rules

I love walking Manhattan streets. I love talking to fellow streetwalkers.   Of course black men are the best to look at–style and carriage or just oomph.  But I usually talk to women–our encounters are glancing, upbeat, and informative. For example,I often sing out, “Great-looking dog”. Partly because I know when somebody compliments my Maltese dog…

Works of Art on a Budget

And Vintage Memories to Boot For many years, I pressed my nose against windows displaying big spectacular posters from all eras and countries at the Chisholm Larsson poster gallery, on Eighth Avenue at West 17th street in the art heart of Chelsea. Alas, I believed these beckoning works of art were too pricey. I stared…

Humor Books

The Humor of S. J. Perelman ACRES AND PAINS by S.J. Perelman ($11.17 on Amazon) is my favorite slim—very slim—book. Every time I read this gem, I laugh out loud at least three times. It’s the story of Perelman’s hapless adventures buying and keeping up a Bucks County farmhouse. Local flimflam artists and creepy animals…

Terell at Century 21

The Shopaholic’s Best Friend “Terell” reads his Century 21 salesman badge at the 66th and Broadway store, and Terell McCollum solves any hang-ups about you and clothing you haven’t shared with anyone. Indeed he mumbles solutions with flair as he rushes to my side. He gives better–more honest—service than fancy salesmen at Bergdorf Goodman. “You’re…

Thrifty Shopping and Thrifty Snooping

Perfect Silk Threads Unravel History I am a thrifty person—a habit achieved after many impulsive forays into buying for the sheer high of it—highs invariably followed by pangs of remorse. One early phase of my rehab consisted of leaving price tags inside items—reminding myself that they were once thrilling new scores. Truth be told I…

Category Archives: Things

Special treasure troves of things for sale,serendipitously discovered by the Manhattan Voyeur on her walks.

David Letterman is Better than a Great White Shirt

David Letterman is better than a great white shirt. My great white shirt is by the way a fitted Brooks brothers men’s shirt. Sometimes I forget my white shirt for a month or more. But then I put it on and it’s fresh and crisp and sparkling and I can’t picture ever ever tiring of…

Armageddon Hits Barney’s Men’s Department

The world is coming to an end. Truly. I was checking out Barney’s men’s department to see what merch people are knocking off to sell in my price bracket. I like to look at men’s socks–sometimes Barney’s has sales, and since the more feminine men’s socks don’t sell well, they’re marked down–a lot. Anyway, to…

Fifty Shades of Sexual Dysfunction

Brilliant intellectual men who worry about the book business point to instantly huge sales of the Fifty Shades of Grey books (50-50 ebooks vs tangible books) as the latest example of the power of the social network. Before generalizing, however, I’d have ask them  to analyze the humongous male porn internet phenomenon. Maybe the female…

A New Seinfeld After All These Years

chocolate heart cancy

Did you ever have a really great day and want to savor it. Well, my most recent great day was punctuated by an event that just blissed me out. I was flipping channels: nothing interested me. But then suddenly I passed a Seinfeld rerun. “Elaine” had the long hair, so I knew this was an…

The Night David Letterman Hated Me

red sports car

Our streets bring a kaleidoscope of treasure to us voyeurs or (as we prefer to say) totally intense observers. I’ll never forget the night I took a solitary walk around my block. It was after a soft spring rain and I inhaled heady smells of damp growing greens from nearby Central Park. I breathed fresh air deeply as I rarely do in our action-packed streets. Parked smack in front of my building was a slick red car whose proportions were absolutely perfect. No bulges. No awkward bobbed trunk. Indeed the engine compartment and trunk were balanced in what looked to be Platonic perfection.

High Style. Low Prices. Zara’s Rules

I love walking Manhattan streets. I love talking to fellow streetwalkers.   Of course black men are the best to look at–style and carriage or just oomph.  But I usually talk to women–our encounters are glancing, upbeat, and informative. For example,I often sing out, “Great-looking dog”. Partly because I know when somebody compliments my Maltese dog…

Works of Art on a Budget

And Vintage Memories to Boot For many years, I pressed my nose against windows displaying big spectacular posters from all eras and countries at the Chisholm Larsson poster gallery, on Eighth Avenue at West 17th street in the art heart of Chelsea. Alas, I believed these beckoning works of art were too pricey. I stared…

Humor Books

The Humor of S. J. Perelman ACRES AND PAINS by S.J. Perelman ($11.17 on Amazon) is my favorite slim—very slim—book. Every time I read this gem, I laugh out loud at least three times. It’s the story of Perelman’s hapless adventures buying and keeping up a Bucks County farmhouse. Local flimflam artists and creepy animals…

Terell at Century 21

The Shopaholic’s Best Friend “Terell” reads his Century 21 salesman badge at the 66th and Broadway store, and Terell McCollum solves any hang-ups about you and clothing you haven’t shared with anyone. Indeed he mumbles solutions with flair as he rushes to my side. He gives better–more honest—service than fancy salesmen at Bergdorf Goodman. “You’re…

Thrifty Shopping and Thrifty Snooping

Perfect Silk Threads Unravel History I am a thrifty person—a habit achieved after many impulsive forays into buying for the sheer high of it—highs invariably followed by pangs of remorse. One early phase of my rehab consisted of leaving price tags inside items—reminding myself that they were once thrilling new scores. Truth be told I…

Category Archives: Things

Special treasure troves of things for sale,serendipitously discovered by the Manhattan Voyeur on her walks.

David Letterman is Better than a Great White Shirt

David Letterman is better than a great white shirt. My great white shirt is by the way a fitted Brooks brothers men’s shirt. Sometimes I forget my white shirt for a month or more. But then I put it on and it’s fresh and crisp and sparkling and I can’t picture ever ever tiring of…

Armageddon Hits Barney’s Men’s Department

The world is coming to an end. Truly. I was checking out Barney’s men’s department to see what merch people are knocking off to sell in my price bracket. I like to look at men’s socks–sometimes Barney’s has sales, and since the more feminine men’s socks don’t sell well, they’re marked down–a lot. Anyway, to…

Fifty Shades of Sexual Dysfunction

Brilliant intellectual men who worry about the book business point to instantly huge sales of the Fifty Shades of Grey books (50-50 ebooks vs tangible books) as the latest example of the power of the social network. Before generalizing, however, I’d have ask them  to analyze the humongous male porn internet phenomenon. Maybe the female…

A New Seinfeld After All These Years

chocolate heart cancy

Did you ever have a really great day and want to savor it. Well, my most recent great day was punctuated by an event that just blissed me out. I was flipping channels: nothing interested me. But then suddenly I passed a Seinfeld rerun. “Elaine” had the long hair, so I knew this was an…

The Night David Letterman Hated Me

red sports car

Our streets bring a kaleidoscope of treasure to us voyeurs or (as we prefer to say) totally intense observers. I’ll never forget the night I took a solitary walk around my block. It was after a soft spring rain and I inhaled heady smells of damp growing greens from nearby Central Park. I breathed fresh air deeply as I rarely do in our action-packed streets. Parked smack in front of my building was a slick red car whose proportions were absolutely perfect. No bulges. No awkward bobbed trunk. Indeed the engine compartment and trunk were balanced in what looked to be Platonic perfection.

High Style. Low Prices. Zara’s Rules

I love walking Manhattan streets. I love talking to fellow streetwalkers.   Of course black men are the best to look at–style and carriage or just oomph.  But I usually talk to women–our encounters are glancing, upbeat, and informative. For example,I often sing out, “Great-looking dog”. Partly because I know when somebody compliments my Maltese dog…

Works of Art on a Budget

And Vintage Memories to Boot For many years, I pressed my nose against windows displaying big spectacular posters from all eras and countries at the Chisholm Larsson poster gallery, on Eighth Avenue at West 17th street in the art heart of Chelsea. Alas, I believed these beckoning works of art were too pricey. I stared…

Humor Books

The Humor of S. J. Perelman ACRES AND PAINS by S.J. Perelman ($11.17 on Amazon) is my favorite slim—very slim—book. Every time I read this gem, I laugh out loud at least three times. It’s the story of Perelman’s hapless adventures buying and keeping up a Bucks County farmhouse. Local flimflam artists and creepy animals…

Terell at Century 21

The Shopaholic’s Best Friend “Terell” reads his Century 21 salesman badge at the 66th and Broadway store, and Terell McCollum solves any hang-ups about you and clothing you haven’t shared with anyone. Indeed he mumbles solutions with flair as he rushes to my side. He gives better–more honest—service than fancy salesmen at Bergdorf Goodman. “You’re…

Thrifty Shopping and Thrifty Snooping

Perfect Silk Threads Unravel History I am a thrifty person—a habit achieved after many impulsive forays into buying for the sheer high of it—highs invariably followed by pangs of remorse. One early phase of my rehab consisted of leaving price tags inside items—reminding myself that they were once thrilling new scores. Truth be told I…