I’m still mourning the broadsheet New York Observer, the city’s salmon-colored weekly that did such a good job reflecting the Upper East Side in the 1990s. Even the ads, like the one for Mortimer’s which somehow is stuck in my head, reeked of the Social Register.
When they were still in that Upper East Side townhouse, I once walked in to visit someone. No one was there. I ventured past the reception area. No one. But nothing was locked. I wandered into a few more rooms, [Read more...]







