Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
Like a true New Yorker, I see no need to go anywhere else.
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.
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.
One thing I love about our streetscapes is how ugly stuff and great beauty exist in such proximity. Never a dull moment.
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?
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…
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….
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…
It started last week when I was mugged on the Madison Avenue bus. Then I was mugged seven more times by J.P.Morgan Chase bank. Buyer beware of too big to fail/jail banks.
The other night a schoolteacher friend dragged me to a moving and mind-blowing screening of an important documentary: Changing Minds at Concord High School.
In a burst of holiday cheer I agreed to open a Macy’s charge account. Oy. Suddenly and stealthily I began to receive all kinds of bills. Yesterday I received a $2.00 late charge(with promises that the $2.00 would shortly grow to $10.00) out of the blue –and this was several weeks after I closed down the account!!!!