Your Manhattan Voyeur soaks up strategies for living a good life 1 Pops of intense color should be in your best tsotchkes, paintings, or even better in flowers. These grab the eye ( as it were) and draw attention away from lesser stuff. 2 Indoor gardeners, hear ye, hear ye. A great garden consists of…
Your Manhattan Voyeur’s lean mean strategies for a clean green life 1. Liquid dishwashing soap’s healthier than dry cleaning for food stains on your favorite indoor sweater. Cheaper too. Rub it in, add warm water, rub again and rinse. Presto. No stain. 2. Christmas ornaments cost more than ever (yes Virginia even after Christmas). …
Time to Grow Up, America I love Frank Rich’s analysis of our gun problems. He says we’re going to have to grow up about the issue like we grew up as a nation about slavery–educate ourselves. It’s true that our culture seems to cater to the devils of our nature–rather than to the better angels….
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.
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…
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…
Your Manhattan Voyeur soaks up strategies for living a good life 1 Pops of intense color should be in your best tsotchkes, paintings, or even better in flowers. These grab the eye ( as it were) and draw attention away from lesser stuff. 2 Indoor gardeners, hear ye, hear ye. A great garden consists of…
Your Manhattan Voyeur’s lean mean strategies for a clean green life 1. Liquid dishwashing soap’s healthier than dry cleaning for food stains on your favorite indoor sweater. Cheaper too. Rub it in, add warm water, rub again and rinse. Presto. No stain. 2. Christmas ornaments cost more than ever (yes Virginia even after Christmas). …
Time to Grow Up, America I love Frank Rich’s analysis of our gun problems. He says we’re going to have to grow up about the issue like we grew up as a nation about slavery–educate ourselves. It’s true that our culture seems to cater to the devils of our nature–rather than to the better angels….
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.
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…
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…
Your Manhattan Voyeur soaks up strategies for living a good life 1 Pops of intense color should be in your best tsotchkes, paintings, or even better in flowers. These grab the eye ( as it were) and draw attention away from lesser stuff. 2 Indoor gardeners, hear ye, hear ye. A great garden consists of…
Your Manhattan Voyeur’s lean mean strategies for a clean green life 1. Liquid dishwashing soap’s healthier than dry cleaning for food stains on your favorite indoor sweater. Cheaper too. Rub it in, add warm water, rub again and rinse. Presto. No stain. 2. Christmas ornaments cost more than ever (yes Virginia even after Christmas). …
Time to Grow Up, America I love Frank Rich’s analysis of our gun problems. He says we’re going to have to grow up about the issue like we grew up as a nation about slavery–educate ourselves. It’s true that our culture seems to cater to the devils of our nature–rather than to the better angels….
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.
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…
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…
Susan Braudy is a journalist and author. She clawed her way from Philadelphia to Manhattan. She wrote the memoir Between Marriage and Divorce: A Woman's Diary
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