Stairs are so plebeian! The Manhattan elites rock climb up and then slide down tubular steel slide in this gorgeous penthouse apartment dubbed the Skyhouse, as designed by architect David Hotson.
First, climb up the steel beam in the middle of the living room:
Then enter the gleaming stainless steel slide, which entrance is cut in a hole on a seamless glass wall:
Then you go down, down, down ...
We love the work of Hong Yi, an artist who "likes to paint, but not with a paintbrush." For her latest project, she's creating images with her food, one each day for the month of March. You can view them all at her Instagram feed.
It's heavy and I can't get my teeth through it...it's almost like it's not a ball at all.
We kids would jump onto the back steps of the slow-moving, horse-drawn ice wagons and steal a chip or two; the ice smelled vaguely of manure but cooled palm and tongue.
People on West 110th Street, where I lived, were a little too bourgeois to sit out on their fire escapes, but around the corner on 111th and farther uptown mattresses were put out as night fell, and whole families lay on those iron balconies in their underwear.
We all have an increasing number of sites and online services we’re members of, and sometimes it all gets a little overwhelming. At times, we just need to delete our memberships to some sites, either in an effort to simplify our lives or just because we’ve grown tired of a particular site or service.
What we often don’t realize when signing up for all these accounts, though, is how difficult it can be to permanently delete our accounts when we’ve had enough. Some require complicated, multi-step processes that can stretch over the course of days (or weeks). Others take less time, but still require multiple steps by the user.
Sixty years ago, Boris and Anna Kozlov were married for only three days before he had to ship out with his Red Army unit. When he returned, Anna and her family was gone - exiled to Siberia by Stalin's purges.
Then one day, on a chance encounter, they found each other again!
“I thought my eyes were playing games with me,” Anna said. “I saw this familiar looking man approaching me, his eyes gazing at me. My heart jumped. I knew it was him. I was crying with joy.”
Now 80 years old, Boris had returned to visit his parents’ grave. As he stepped out of the car, he looked up to see Anna standing by her old house, where they had lived for the few days after the wedding.
“I ran up to her and said: 'My darling, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. My wife, my life...’”
Link - Thanks Nina!
