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Petrillio, or Love on the 90th Floor

by 02/23/2008
Neighborhood: Chelsea

Even the janitor’s wife has a perfectly good love life and here am I, facing tomorrow, alone with my sorrow, down in the depths of the 90th floor.  &nbsp–Cole Porter It may not have been the 90th floor, perhaps the 30th or 40th. The exact number is foggy in my memory, but the rest of […]

Heteroflexibility

by 12/31/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea, Multiple

I troll craigslist searching for traces of my ex. He dates trannies and the dregs of society. I had lunch with him the other day and I said, “Hey Luke, did you put this ad up?” “Oh my god! How the hell did you know!” I wanted to say, it’s really not that difficult when […]

Cold Storage

by 11/16/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

I’ve always preferred to do things the hard way, without anybody’s help. For the first five years my husband and I lived in New York, half our things were in storage. The other half were crammed into a 280-square foot apartment on the fifth floor of a tenement building overlooking the Queens-Midtown Tunnel. The place […]

Chelsea’s Least Wanted

by 10/10/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

I’m at the opening of Least Wanted, a collection of mugshots, many of them enlarged, from the 1930’s through the early 70’s. The young and the bad are beautifully indignant in black and white, and I could stare for hours at the badass mug of a 17 year old boy caught rioting on the streets […]

Spinning Tables at the Frying Pan

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

I had never gone to the Frying Pan—the restored boat/event space docked beside the Chelsea Piers—before last week. It was one of those places that I’d almost been to a bunch of times, but never actually made it. I nearly didn’t go that night, either, but I’m glad I did, because I think I ended […]

The Mayor

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

A guy on my street, let’s call him Eddie, is probably thirty-eight, only two or three inches shorter than Wilt Chamberlain, with a sort of pirate’s crook nose and a Russian infantryman’s sinewy musculoskeletal system. He doesn’t seem to mind the smell of trash. I know this because he’s my trash man. He used to […]

Alice Quinn

by 07/31/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

The woman comes into the New York restaurant where I work and is reading a poetry magazine. “Say,” I say, “is that some sort of poetry magazine?” “Yeah,” she says. “I like Billy Collins,” I say. “Yeah?” she says. “Yeah,” I say. “But don’t you think Poetry is Dead, kinda?” “Not really,” she says, and […]

I Wanna Be Sedated: A Night at the Roxy

by 06/03/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

Between 10th and 11th avenue, on the north side of 18th street sits the Roxy night club which, on Wednesday nights, houses a medley of characters whom appear to have been pickled by time. Wednesday at the Roxy is “disco night.” Everyone is on roller skates. The speakeasy secrecy of this sub-culture scene contaminates one […]

The Visitors from Philadelphia

by 06/03/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

I am not from New York, nor have I ever lived there; the result, mostly, of not being a multimillionaire, nor having friends who are multimillionaires. I was living in Philadelphia, New York’s embarrassingly second rate little brother, and had traveled up to “da big city” for the day with my girlfriend, to peruse potential […]

Cat Fantasia

by Thomas Beller 06/03/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

For several hours one afternoon last week, the unremarkable interior of a midtown hotel room was transformed into a kind of cat fantasia for the nineties, featuring some of the more exotic and genetically up to date entries in the Ninth Annual Cat show, which was recently held at Madison Square Garden. Cats were perched […]

The Last Police Chief

by 06/03/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

The Mail and Express reported appointment as a patrolman cost $300, promotion to sergeant, $1,400, and advancement to captain, $14,000. Policemen made back their investments by taking bribes. As Luc Sante observed of Big Bill in his book Low Life, "It was well known that he was corrupt; he in fact admitted as much quite […]

A Face in the Crowd

by Thomas Beller 06/03/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

An odd thing happened during game two of the Knicks’ first round play-off series, against the Indiana Pacers. With a little under six minutes left in the third quarter, the Knicks were fighting there way back from a 10 point deficit, when Anthony Mason made a spectacular reverse dunk. The Pacers immediately called a time […]