The Flatiron Building
On the side of a bar, on 9th Avenue. It was around 8:30 in the morning when I took this picture. Altogether too early for this level of nonsense.
On the side of a bus, careening across 59th Street, past the Plaza Hotel.
At the Hell’s Kitchen firehouse on September 11, 2014. I dropped off flowers. I wasn’t the only one.
Liza overlooks Park Avenue, where she belongs.
A veritable fire-trap of a building, glimpsed somewhere along Broadway
In the impressive “sky lobby” in the Sony building on Madison Avenue.
At the New York Film Festival screening of Matías Piñeiro’s fascinating “Princess of France”, part of his ongoing Shakespeare-inspired films. This was the QA after the screening. Dennis Lim, whose essay on John Cassavetes was also in the Criterion booklet for the recently-released “Love Streams”, moderated the discussion. It was a lot of fun.
The swankiest plushest screening room in New York. At least the plushest one I am aware of. I’ve seen a bunch of stuff here, including an early cut of my cousin Mike’s film “Certainty.” The chairs are VELVET. You have a little table, with little lamps on it, all to yourself. It’s really a to-die-for situation in which to see a movie.
After a party last week out in Brooklyn, I went to take the subway home. It wasn’t that late, but when I entered the subway tunnel, this yawning emptiness was what I saw. My first thought: “Is it the Rapture and no one thought to tell me?” My second thought: “Clearly I am about to be murdered.”
Laundry hanging across the buildings, kicking it old-school, up in Inwood. I love it up there. It’s a great neighborhood.
A bar on 9th Avenue that’s been there for years. I love it that an Irish pub references, in its name, basically the birth-control issue for Irish people and their active sex lives and many pregnancies. I mean, you can’t really think of a comparison with another culture. My brother and I are Irish twins, so I resemble all of these remarks.
In the little waiting room on the 2nd floor at the IFC movie theatre. “Boyhood” is still playing there, if I’m not mistaken. I was there to see a screening of the new Godard, which was a hoot.
Good old George, watching over things in Washington Square Park.
Under the big globe at Columbus Circle on a blazingly beautiful day.
God, that viewing room with the lamps looks like every cinema-goers dreeeeem.
Isn’t it just dreamy?? I get so excited when there’s a screening there – which isn’t often (for me anyway).
There are even little glass jars on an old-fashioned cupboard filled with candies that you can scoop out.
Swanky swank.
(It’s in a hotel that is so fancy that I am embarrassed to walk through the lobby.)
Jeez, swanky hotels have their own screening rooms? And I am so far down the food chain I don’t know this?
I know, right? There aren’t many screenings at this location (Soho House is its name)- not sure why. The film critics are definitely the shlubbiest thing in that lobby at any given moment – and we all look fine – but not compared to the guests!!
I’m adding a screening at the Soho to my “When I Get Rich” list….it’s a suprisingly short list. I think I can manage this….I mean if I can just get the “rich” part handled!