The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

The Art of Streetwalking

Exercise that costs nothing and stimulates every bone in your body. Reflections on the art, the act, the process and the pleasure of taking in the city on foot.

Black Swagger, French Aesthetics– Whoopee I Am in the Center of The Material World As I Think I Know it

sneakers

Sometimes–not very often–your Manhattan Voyeur takes a deep breath and realizes she is in the best of all places. Standing on the corner of 57th and Fifth Avenues I find myself in the red hot center of the material world. It’s more fun being a voyeur here than at any fashion museum or display at the Met or faux exciting haute couture show.

A Joyful Noise: Pope Francis Arrives in Central Park

Pope Francis

Standing on my balcony 16 floors above Central Park I waited for Pope Francis to ride by. Hundreds and hundreds of fellow New York people squeezed together on lawns and lanes down below.I trained my binoculars on the Seventh Avenue exit to the park.

Beauty and Ugliness In Manhattan

One thing I love about our streetscapes is how ugly stuff and great beauty exist in such proximity. Never a dull moment.

No Room In Manhattan Streets for Bicyclists

traffic light on red- STOP

Why is it that bicyclists get away with running red lights endangering pedestrians. After being nearly mowed down by one, I’m pissed. Where’s the justice?

Great Tips For Clothes Shopping in Manhattan

Today’s Secrets: Strawberry, J. Crew & Niketown Your Urban Voyeur is in a generous mood. So I’m imparting secrets gleaned from years of poking my nose in open shop doors. Strawberry is a gem!  J. Crew on Fifth at 15th Street is a bargain hunter dream come true!   And Niketown  is where your cool looking…

Attention PoliceCommissioner William Bratton: two weeks of police ticketing scofflaw cyclists won’t solve our outlaw bicycle problem

outlaw on a bicycle in NYC

Your Manhattan Voyeur is filled with sanctimony. Yes, I fancy myself an enforcer, a smug pillar of our community. It all started two months ago when i was knocked off my feet and onto 57th Street by a scofflaw bicyclist running a red light. The speeding miscreant didn’t even stop to see how I was….

Attention Commissioner William Bratton: Bicyclists Break Laws Endangering Pedestrians

This is supposed to be a pedestrian city. But the city has added a whole new amoral street element, preying on us pedestrians. Bicyclists must be made to obey traffic lights. A friend suggests confiscating bicycles of riders who go through traffic lights. Sometimes I shake my finger and tell the miscreant, “Stop, that’s a…

Woody Allen Passed a Lie Detector Test

Woody Allen passed a lie detector test about their troubles of 1992.  Mia Farrow refused to take a test.

My Heart Goes Out To Mia Farrow

My heart goes out to Mia Farrow. The poor woman strikes me from a distance as super intelligent and tortured by conflicting demons. Reading the highly researched article by Robert B. Weide in the Daily Beast is a must for people who are still curious about the 1992 scandal that involved Farrow, Woody Allen, Soon…

Conversations In The Car With Jerry on crackle.com

I just made a day indeed worth living. The fun was watching Jerry Seinfeld’s sublime creation: he picks up a fellow comedian and drives to get coffee. Treat yourself by finding him and his friends on crackle.com. It’s all about Jerry Seinfeld and his relaxed presence talking to people he likes.