Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Alfred Stieglitz's 291 gallery


In 1905, Alfred Stieglitz, Edward Steichen, and others opened a photo salon and gallery called "291" at 291 Fifth Ave between 30th and 31st. It was directly across the street from Wilbraham before being demolished in 1920 to make room for the Textile Building. It was to make photographic and art history. There his group called the Photo Secession arranged a continuous series of highly selected, international, photography exhibitions, something that had never been done before. In January, 1908, they exhibited Rodin drawings, attracting a great deal of attention, favorable and unfavorable.

That was followed by Matisse drawings. and then Cezanne watercolors and Picasso drawings in 1911. It was the only place in the US that you could see something other than academic art at that time. Alfred Stieglitz exhibited paintings and sculpture, bringing modern art to America.

The Armory Show came later in 1913 and 87,000 people visited it.

And, of course, Georgia O'Keefe's first show at 291 was in 1917.

Members of the Photo Secession also include Clarence White, Gertrude Kasebier, Anne Brigman, Alvin Langdon Coburn, Joseph Keiley.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Wilbraham in the NYT

Check out image #10...

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

historic photo


Photographer - Brown Brothers (New York)
Photographic views of New York City, 1870's-1970's > Manhattan from NYPL
Date Created: 1907

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Tenderloin

When Wilbraham was built, it was on the Eastern edge of the notorious late 18th early 19th century quarter called the Tenderloin aka Satan's Circus.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

From the street

Our tall neighbor

Scroll above door

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Popular Act, Now Solo, Sings Italian


DURING his six years at Café Boulud, the chef Andrew Carmellini achieved something remarkable. Although the restaurant bore the last name of one of New York's most celebrated culinary figures, Daniel Boulud, and Mr. Carmellini was technically his on-site surrogate, its many fans came to see it as Mr. Carmellini's place. They gave him the credit, along with their trust.



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It was just a matter of time before the right financial backers beckoned and Mr. Carmellini struck out on his own. The only real question was what shape that venture would take.

Would it be French and somewhat fussy? Mr. Carmellini had as much of that as of anything else in his background. Before Café Boulud, he worked at Lespinasse and Le Cirque.

Would it strain for invention and strut for attention? Still in his early 30's, Mr. Carmellini was young enough to dream showy dreams and old enough, in the context of the restaurant business, to want to make his boldest mark sooner rather than later.

But his solo debut, A Voce, which means "word of mouth" and is generating plenty of it, doesn't fit either of those descriptions. It's Italian, a nod to Mr. Carmellini's ancestry. Many of its dishes have a rustic bent — they're as likely to arrive in terra cotta bowls or copper pots as on preciously shaped plates.

And most of them are intended above all else to make you happy, which they do — very happy. Mr. Carmellini cares more about robust flavors than about clever conceits. In that way A Voce really isn't such a departure from Café Boulud. The idiom has changed, but not the sensibility, not the premium on sating diners as opposed to wowing them.

Not the fondness for duck, either. Duck doesn't get as much play in Italian cooking as in French, but Mr. Carmellini isn't about to let a good bird go unplucked, and so he finds several terrific uses for it. In addition to glazing duck meat for a relatively conventional entree, he grinds it and mixes it with foie gras and pork to make unforgettable meatballs, which are listed at the bottom of the appetizers but rank at the very top.

He turns again to duck for his richest pasta dish, an absolute knockout. He braises the leg meat and then folds it, along with some egg and Parmesan, into the center of agnolotti. He covers the agnolotti with a creamy foie gras sauce and then, over that, in dozens of impossibly narrow stripes, layers a glaze made with vin cotto and balsamic and red wine vinegars. The sweetness and slight acidity of the glaze are classic foils for the liver, and they work precisely the magic they're meant to.

Mr. Carmellini and A Voce are just as deft at, and put even more stock in, less traditionally luxurious, simpler pleasures. Apart from the duck meatballs, the appetizers I sampled were more or less plainspoken affairs: salads that underscored the season; thinly sliced wisps of prosciutto with pickled vegetables; gorgeous asparagus decorated with first-rate Parmesan, bits of truffle and a fried egg; imported sheep's milk ricotta whipped into a state of sublime creaminess and seasoned with nothing more than salt, pepper, thyme and olive oil.

Beyond the duck agnolotti, most of the pasta dishes didn't boast unusually fancy pedigrees. The glories of house-made pappardelle were the impeccable consistency of the lamb Bolognese, neither clumpy nor runny, that topped the noodles and the deployment of that terrific ricotta in the right measure, so that it asserted itself without taking command.

Mr. Carmellini's appetite for heartiness is hitched to an almost unerring sense of proportion. A spaghetti dish advertised with deceptive succinctness — the menu said only "local ramps, American speck, Parmesan" — turned out to be a vaguely creamy, slightly eggy riff on a carbonara. But it was a relatively guiltless carbonara at that, a light shawl, not a leaden cloak. The ramps further cut its richness, and their presence reflected a commitment to seasonal ingredients that defines the entire menu.

The selection of entrees — or more precisely, their prices — contained a few puzzling surprises. I'd argue that a restaurant serving chicken cacciatore for $23 and putting it in one of those clay bowls shouldn't be doing a $110 rack of veal for two. On the menu I saw a figure of $55, didn't examine it closely and, until the bill arrived, didn't realize it was per person. All in all, the pricing of dishes — some strikingly reasonable, some much less so — didn't add up.

And the setting doesn't really go with the food. Mr. Carmellini and his partners made a laudable decision not do the obvious and indulge in rustic shtick. But when you look at A Voce's green leather tabletops, swiveling Eames chairs and cold contemporary art, including towers of what look like Lincoln logs bathed in orange light, you may well conclude they traveled much too far in the opposite direction.

The comfort of those broad, deep chairs is potent consolation. An expansive covered patio, expected to open soon, will provide a less stylized — and, crucially, less noisy — option for seating.

And then, of course, there's Mr. Carmellini's cooking. If April Robinson's fittingly straightforward desserts (bombolini, chocolate amaretti cake) are a bit of a letdown, it's because she has such a tough act to follow. It's because of his fantastic gnocchi, the size and texture of miniature marshmallows, in a sauce of spring peas with crunchy bits of pancetta.

It's because of his rigatoni, tossed not just with broccoli rabe and pecorino but also with pale, tender balls of ground pork loin, shoulder and pancetta. It's because of his beautifully steamed black bass, surrounded in its copper pot by fava beans, English peas and Manila clams, their open shells containing an additional treat: meatballs made with shrimp.

For his inevitable next venture, maybe Mr. Carmellini, now 35, should consider an all-meatball restaurant. I wouldn't put it past him. And I wouldn't want to miss it.

A Voce

***

41 Madison Avenue (entrance on 26th Street); (212) 545-8555.

ATMOSPHERE A stylized contemporary dining room with leather tabletops and swivel chairs contradicts often simple, hearty Italian cooking. Expansive outdoor seating to come soon.

SOUND LEVEL Loud.

RECOMMENDED DISHES Sheep's milk ricotta; duck meatballs; asparagus with truffle and egg; gnocchi; pappardelle with lamb Bolognese; duck agnolotti; black bass; chicken cacciatore; almond granita; citrus coppa.

WINE LIST International and impressive in its breadth and diversity, with an emphasis on Italy and many options, especially among whites, under $50.

PRICE RANGE Lunch appetizers and salads, $8 to $16. Pasta dishes and entrees, $19 to $27. Dinner appetizers, $8 to $17. Pasta dishes and entrees, $19 to $55. Desserts, $8 to $11.

HOURS Dinner from 5:30 to 11 p.m. nightly. Lunch from 11:45 a.m. to 3 p.m. Monday through Saturday. Brunch from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. Sunday.

RESERVATIONS For prime dinner times, call at least two weeks ahead.

CREDIT CARDS All major cards.

WHEELCHAIR ACCESS Entrance and dining room, with accessible restrooms, on one level.

WHAT THE STARS MEAN:
(None) Poor to satisfactory
* Good
** Very good
*** Excellent
**** Extraordinary
Ratings reflect the reviewer's reaction to food ambience and service, with price taken into consideration. Menu listings and prices are subject to change.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

New Eateries


TWO PROMISING NEW EATERIES JOIN CREEPY (??!!) DISTRICT'S REVIVAL
By STEVE CUOZZO



April 12, 2006 -- TWO more throbbingly good new restaurants just sprouted in the culinarily deprived Creepy Hotel District north of Madison Square Park. In an age when gonzo design rules, Urena and A Voce embrace the far-out notion that people dine out to enjoy food, not to drool over an overpaid architect's ego trip.

Not long ago, the area was as dead after dark as Wall Street. Then the gloomy old Carlton was restored, yuppified, and sexily illuminated after dark. Let there be more light and more raw tuna.

The Carlton kick-started the culinary upheaval with Country, Geoffrey Zakarian's modern-American, bi-level knockout that was an instant winter hit. Now come modern-Spanish Urena (37 E. 28th St.; [212] 213-2328) and seasonal-Italian A Voce (41 Madison Ave., at 26th Street; [212] 545-8555). Who ever expected $55 bistecca in the land of the $50 room?

It's still easy to go astray on these blocks - last Saturday, at Madison and 27th, a tottering streetwalker seemed out of the pre-Rudy era. But more wholesome sensuous thrills are in the new dining rooms, which show off diametrically opposed schools of restaurant launching.

Their chefs previously worked under two of the greatest - A Voce's Andrew Carmellini for Daniel Boulud and Urena's Alex Urena for David Bouley - but the parallel ends there.

A Voce, backed by a British outfit that also owns Gaia in Greenwich, Conn., and restaurants in London, has an army on the floor; Urena has a mom 'n' pop feel, with the same tiny crew working lunch and dinner. "We're still getting organized," a cheerful waitress told me.

A Voce spent a bundle on its looks - one of those cheery, open, walnut-floor-and-leather-top-table numbers that enchants younger diners allergic to formality. Urena's drab, yellow and brown dining room, with lighting too bright for zit-conscious scenesters, looks put together with Krazy Glue; it's drawn a collective "yecch."

But chef Urena's style should ring bells with anyone who's been to northern Spain in the last 10 years. He recently toiled at Suba on Ludlow Street, a ridiculous restaurant best known for a gurgling subterranean moat, and he's in bust-out form after a year underground.

Urena's style has zip in common with the old-school formula of Mesa de Espana a few doors away. It seems inspired instead by modern Basque cookery, which knows how to cook seafood without depleting its natural juices, and ravishes it in inventively layered and textured sauces. Urena is cranking out a torrent of verdant dishes redolent of spring, like a pretty composition of delicately poached tilapia topped by yellow saffron-mussel foam and anchored in vivid green English pea puree.

Urena is still a work in progress; they've finally blocked the uninspiring view through the kitchen door with screens. It's another story at A Voce, where Carmellini opened up at full throttle after 10 storied years as chef at plush Caf‚ Boulud.

After years of cooking French, Ohio-born Carmellini is embracing his Italian heritage with a vengeance. But it's Italian with a twist. Where Urena tames an exotic foreign cuisine by melding it with American ingredients and techniques, A Voce makes a familiar style seem exotic.

Conventional sounding favorites like chicken cacciatora taste new in the hands of a chef unwilling to compromise on technique or raw materials but unafraid to please a crowd. This is herbally assertive, full-fat fare reminiscent of Mario Batali and Tom Valenti.

A Voce and Urena are a happy shock in this silly season of musical-chair chefs and goofy menus. Just watch those sides street when you step out into the night.

steve.cuozzo@nypost.com

( Listen it's the Post what do you want? )

Sunday, March 12, 2006

The Aha Moment.



Joe's fondness for historic buildings attracted him to a 500-square-foot co-op in a landmark 19th-century building.




March 12, 2006
What Explains the 'Aha' Moment

By STEPHANIE ROSENBLOOM
BETH LOWY protested all the way to the front door. Unlike the previous apartments she and her husband had owned, the co-op apartment in a town house on West 78th Street had no doorman. That was a deal breaker. But as is often the case with love, preconceived notions tend to go out the window.

"I don't want to live in a place with no doorman," Ms. Lowy said as she and her husband, Tom, first approached the building. Once they entered the apartment, however, she changed her mind "in a nanosecond."

From the backyard garden to the coffered oak ceiling in the master bedroom, Ms. Lowy was smitten. The Lowys bought the apartment in 2004 and Ms. Lowy said it is as beloved to her now as her former apartment in the El Dorado on Central Park West, which she and Tom sold to the Irish rock star Bono in 1999. She occasionally misses having a doorman, particularly when she is unloading the car from Costco. Yet for the first time in nearly three decades in New York, Ms. Lowy, who grew up in Dallas, said she feels as if she is living in a home.

Still, she cannot pinpoint what melted her heart. The apartment, she said, "just feels right." Countless home owners know the feeling. And like Ms. Lowy, many say it is difficult to explain why they knew they had found "the one." Some attribute it to the way sunlight seeped in. Others say they were won over by details like a marble mantelpiece or basket weave floor. Yet whether or not they are able to articulate their feelings, they all have notions of what home is — and most recognize it when they see it.

Through the years, the meaning of home has evolved far beyond a Three Little Pigs notion of shelter. It is a respite, a refuge, a conveyor of style or status, a gathering place and a lockbox of memories. Yet what triggers our affections for a space may have more to do with the experiences we had in our childhood homes than with the space's size or amenities.

"We all have an environmental autobiography, our own past history of place, and we rework that past history of place often unconsciously," said Toby Israel, the author of "Some Place Like Home: Using Design Psychology to Create Ideal Places." "While we may think we're purchasing a home based on rational criteria, like nearness to work or number of bedrooms, often what drives this choice is this past history of place."

Psychologists who study interactions between people and environments say that buyers often unknowingly seek out spaces that are physically evocative of childhood havens. And the aha! feeling that a person experiences upon walking into a space can often be attributed to his or her recognition of unconscious yet happy memories. On the other hand, those who gravitate to a housing location or style that is the opposite of what they had in childhood are frequently making a statement that they are not like their parents.

"Many of us tend to repeat in our housing choice — in terms of design or location or how we furnish it — something from our childhood home," said Clare Cooper Marcus, the author of "House as a Mirror of Self: Exploring the Deeper Meaning of Home" and professor emeritus of the departments of architecture and landscape architecture at the University of California, Berkeley.

For example, Dr. Israel said that while interviewing the architect Michael Graves for "Some Place Like Home," she helped him discover that he was drawn to his house in New Jersey — a former furniture repository with long, thin rooms — in part because it evoked a place of fascination from his childhood: stockyards with long, narrow pens, where his father used to work.

Buyers have varying degrees of consciousness about how their family history influences them, yet few people go to open houses pondering their childhood. Some psychologists say the deeper your awareness of your history, however, the more likely you are to buy a place that feels like home. Buyers who are less aware may end up with a place that meets all of their practical criteria and has visual razzle-dazzle, but lacks the "it just feels right" magic.

Lora Martens, who is over 40, knew she wanted her Manhattan apartment to somehow evoke her spacious childhood house in the Chicago suburbs. So when she began hunting in 2003, she looked for a place that was roomy, bright and large enough to begin a family in. Upon entering the 1,000-square-foot co-op on First Avenue and 72nd Street with her broker from Bellmarc Realty, she was sold. The living room was 30 feet long and had a 5-by-16-foot window.

"I walked in and I thought, 'That window!' " said Ms. Martens, who works for Sports Illustrated. She nabbed the place for less than $500,000 in 2004. This year, she plans to nab a boyfriend.

Jim Fraenkel, 35, an executive producer of MTV News, who is closing on his first apartment this week for about $630,000, said a 700-square-foot brownstone apartment in Gramercy "just felt right." He could envision his artwork on the walls and felt that the space, with its wood-burning fireplace and skylight, was an ideal blend of his small-town roots and his city sophistication. But while there are many things he adores about the apartment, he cannot nail down why it resonated with him. "There's a certain intangibility about it," he said.

So why do smart, articulate people find themselves at a loss for words when it comes to explaining why a place feels right? Partly because it is too amorphous and unconscious. Ms. Cooper Marcus compared it to analyzing your dreams on your own. "Expressing our feelings about environments is not something we do very much," she said.

Setha Low, a professor of environmental psychology and anthropology at the Graduate Center of the City University of New York, likened the "it just feels right" experience to meeting a stranger who inexplicably feels familiar.

Some buyers even find themselves willing to give up things they wanted, like an elevator or a doorman, to live in a place that evokes that familiar feeling.

But while every buyer has different needs and desires, certain qualities — like high ceilings, natural light and views of nature — are almost universally desirable.

"When we see nature, we're going home in some genetic sense," said Robert Gifford, a professor of psychology at the University of Victoria in British Columbia and the author of "Environmental Psychology: Principles and Practice." Gazing at nature recharges our batteries, he said, referring to a theory known as "attentional restoration." Additionally, studies have shown that views of nature improve people's well-being, he said.

Another source of good feeling is a grandparent's home, often more so than a parent's, said Dr. Israel, because a grandparent's home is usually the place where the child is spoiled and the parent gets a break.

Joe, 39, who has a love of historic New York buildings, wondered whether his fondness for them stemmed from his grandparents, who collected antiques. "I'm attracted to history," said Mr. Testone, a broker. "I can't really say why."

His fascination with the subject inspired him to purchase a 500-square-foot co-op in a landmark 19th-century building on Fifth Avenue and 30th Street last year for about $400,000. The old Chinese murals in the lobby, the apartment's 12-foot ceilings, crown molding and high baseboards transported him back in time, he said.


As architecture and interior design buffs know, people generally look for places that represent who they are — or who they would like to be.

"The dwelling is a symbol of the self," said David Seamon, an environment-behavior researcher and professor of architecture at Kansas State University in Manhattan, Kan. "In that sense the house both avows the self and reveals the self."

Jonathan Squires, 27, grew up in Boulder, Colo., and recalled that during a childhood visit to New York City, he saw an advertisement for an apartment that had hardwood floors. "I remember seeing it and thinking, 'Wouldn't it would be so cool to live in an apartment like that someday?' " he said.

Last year, someday finally came. Mr. Squires bought a 500-square-foot co-op in Morningside Heights. The floors were not the only draw, he said, but he cannot quite put his finger on why, from the moment he walked in, he knew he wanted to live there.

George Garrity, 34, had the same feeling when a Corcoran Group broker showed him a 1,200-square-foot West Village condo with unobstructed views of downtown Manhattan. He also liked the bones of the apartment and knew he could renovate it to evoke the glamour of European hotels. "I stayed in a lot of classy hotels in Europe," Mr. Garrity, a residential contractor, said. "It's reminiscent of that."

The notion of home is not merely relegated to one's private residence, however. People frequently apply the word to their neighborhood, even their country of birth. Michael D'Arminio, 40, is in contract for a co-op around $650,000 that his Bellmarc broker found for him on 29th Street, between Eighth and Ninth Avenues, because he feels it is one of the few Manhattan areas that has not become homogenized. For him, the neighborhood itself is home.

"I remember Times Square when it was prostitutes and drug addicts, when you had young people mixed with old people mixed with artists," said Mr. D'Arminio, who develops and markets perfume. "I've lived here for 20 years. I miss the edge. That was when New York was at its best."

His "it just felt right" experience began long before he was inside his apartment. Of course, there is always a chance that such a moment could be just that — a mere moment.

Dr. Gifford pointed out that spaces which instantly feel right can have impracticalities or problems. The plaster may crumble, the sink may leak and the floor may be uneven. His own home, which he immediately fell for, has ocean views. But the bathroom does not quite work, and the kitchen is in need of repair. It causes him grief from time to time. Still, he loves it.

Friday, December 30, 2005

Living room

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Living room 2

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Living room 3

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Living room 4

Monday, December 26, 2005

Table

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Table 2

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Plants

Friday, December 23, 2005

Credenza and chairs

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Murphy bed

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Murphy bed 2

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Ceiling

Monday, December 19, 2005

Ceiling 2

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Hope chest

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Large closet

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Bathroom

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Bathroom 2

Monday, November 28, 2005

Bathroom 3

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Bathroom 4

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Bathroom 5

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Kitchen

Friday, September 30, 2005

Foyer

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Foyer and coat closet

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Medium closet

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Desk

Monday, August 29, 2005

Desk 2

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Desk 3

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Desk 4

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Rocker

Friday, July 29, 2005

Rocker 2

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Rocker 3

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Loft stairs

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Loft stairs 2

Monday, June 27, 2005

Climbing loft stairs

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Loft

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Loft 2

Saturday, May 14, 2005


From the South East corner. Posted by Hello

Landmark

On June 8, 2004 the Landmarks Preservation Commission voted to designate five buildings representing a broad spectrum of 19th century building types. Among the buildings was the Wilbraham, located at 284 Fifth Ave or 1 West 30th Street, was built in 1888-90.

Quoted from the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission, http://nyc.gov/landmarks

The Wilbraham

"The brick and brownstone Wilbraham is a Victorian survivor of the time when this stretch of Fifth Avenue was filled with fashionable shops, hotels and clubs," said Robert B. Tierney. The Wilbraham, built in 1888-90, was commissioned by prominent Scottish-American jeweler William Moir as a real estate investment. It was designed by the versatile New York architectural firm of D. & J. Jardine. Located at the northwest corner of Fifth Avenue and West 30th Street, the eight-story building is clad in a handsome combination of Philadelphia brick, Belleville brownstone, and cast iron. The Wilbraham is extraordinarily well-detailed and reflects the influence of the Romanesque Revival style in the rock-faced stonework and intricately carved stone detail.

Quoted from the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission, http://nyc.gov/landmarks

Facing the living room from the kitchen. Posted by Hello

Floorplan Posted by Hello