Thursday, October 4, 2012
I’m moving to LA in January so I’m going to try to actually journal these last few months as a New Yorker and Upper East Sider.
Lost on the subway.
Went to Lefferts Gardens to have jewelry photographed by Alex Crowe. Got on 5 train going home, ran across platform at Atlantic Ave to get 4 train thinking it would be faster, got absorbed in the free Metro paper (yesterday’s weirdly having been guest edited by Richard Branson), arrived at last stop in wrong direction, Crown Heights. Had to take 4 all the way back to 86th Street, got very far in Metro paper because I was afraid to play boggle on my iphone because of all of the recent iphone muggings, especially because of the hypodermic needle mugger even though they caught him.
Still finding great architectural details.
6pm: Walked from 88th to 75th on Park Ave, excited to notice new architectural details. It happens often because so many buildings have scaffolding up for weeks or months at a time for repairs, when the scaffolding comes down there’s a discovery. Continue reading “Ballet, Eamonn’s, Aphra Behn Trunk Show”
that whenever I see an Afghan dog on the street (not very often) it reminds me of Sally Kellerman’s character in Back to School which is a nice thing to remember. It’s not just the hair, it’s the attitude.
I recently stayed a few nights at The Franklin Hotel on 87th Street between Lexington Ave and Third Ave. Been walking by it for years, used to see the bellhop in a top hat. Haven’t seen that in a long time there was no top hatted bellhop during my stay. I have a feeling The Franklin has a gritty, story-filled New York City history. The building was constructed around 1929 and the neon sign looks old and classic. When I told people I would be staying there, most asked in a disgusted tone, why would I want to stay there? I guess it doesn’t appear from the outside to be a really “nice” hotel but I was looking for something with a certain old New York vibe. I almost didn’t stay there because when I sought out more information The Franklin Hotel website painted a picture of a chic contemporary boutique hotel, no mention of any past. There were mixed reviews on Yelp and I think anyone looking for a contemporary boutique hotel could be disappointed. The hallways and parts of rooms like the nook for the sink in my bathroom were datedly small. But for anyone looking for that old New York feeling like myself, The Franklin was everything I wanted it to be. Perhaps the coolest part is the elevator with an art deco motif in the cab. The doorsknobs to the elevator on each floor have inlaid mother-of-pearl or abalone bits. Mosaic room numbers. I wish the Franklin would market its historical aspects more. I want to know who stayed there, who died there, and if I knew its stories I swear I would stay there more often. Anyone know any Franklin stories? Please add in the comments. Here are some photos.
The elevation plan is on display in the entrance.
A blurry photo I took several years ago of the bellhop.
I’ve already written about this on my personal website and facebook, but it’s actually relevant, so, I’m excited to share that I’ve finally been featured in Carnegie Hill News, the newsletter put out by Carnegie Hill Neighbors. I’ve been reading it for years and now my time has come!
You know those benches at “Engineer’s Gate” at 90th Street and Fifth Avenue where you enter the loop and the bridal path and the reservoir? Check out the detailing UNDER the benches. They really don’t make things like they used to.
Alpern opened his illustrated presentation with the image of a lonely, two-story building on an otherwise cleared city block, saying, “This is not a holdout. It is the container of a holdout.”
Holdouts are the people who refuse to sell their property to make way for new developments. You can see the results of holdouts throughout the city, wherever a tiny building is squished between two towers (one example: 592 Eighth Avenue).
This sort of sight always makes me smile; I think I would like to live in the little building. Continue reading “”