#500 fifth avenue

[vintagemanhattanskyline]

Aerial view looking northeast of Midtown Manhattan in late September, 1970 with many new office skyscrapers.

The 102-story Empire State Building (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1931) with the 40-story 1250 Broadway Tower (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1969) are on center, foreground with the 77-story Chrysler Building (William Van Allen, 1930) are visible at backgroud. The Park Avenue’s modern skyscrapers corridor, with Pan Am Building (Walter Gropius-Emery Roth & Sons-Pietro Belluschi, 1963) are visible at background, at left. The United Nations’ Secretariat Building (Wallace K. Harrison, 1950) are at background, at right. The building under construction that can be seen just behind Empire State is the 45-story 600 Third Avenue Building (Emery Roth & Sons, 1971). The steel skeleton that be begun to rises up at extreme left, on foreground, is the future W.R. Grace Building (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, 1972) under construction.

Photo: The Scheller Co.

[whatadriennewore]

I found two similar black lace-up dresses to the one that Adrienne Houghton wore on Feburary 16, 2023 when she was in New York for New York Fashion week. Links to purchase this item and more can be found below.

Areto Lace-Up Thigh Slit Midi Dress $990: Neiman Marcus

Areto Lace-Up Thigh Slit Midi Dress $990: Saks Fifth Avenue

To purchase the exact dress and sandals that Adrienne Houghton wore on this day, and find more dupes, click this link.

[dear-ao3]

ok so considering im decently sure a good chunk of the f1 drivers dont actually like driving road cars on roads (fair) i propose a new grand prix to determine the real Best Driver.

behold. the rush hour grand prix.

1 lap. at rush hour on a friday night. all the usual normal commuters and terrible drivers are still on the road along with all the drivers. in the rain. everyone drives a car of their choice. they have to count out all their tolls using change, no one gets ez pass. and you get disqualified if you veer from the instructions (no wrong turns!)

and where does this take place?

thats right.

new jersey. (and new york city) (but mostly new jersey)

here is the proposed track:

we start and end on route 22 right outside the staples. a terrible awful road that would cause harm to any driver, especially european ones. route 22 is so terrible because there is a long stretch that has a center median with shops in it, so theres shops on the right the left and in the center with u turns every 500 feet.

they go east on 22 towards us route 1 and 9 and, thats right, newark liberty international airport. here they have to do a loop around all of the departure terminals before exiting and heading towards jersey city on route 78.

they take route 78 through the holland tunnel, which is a hilarious tunnel to go through as you can literally blink and miss the signs because theyre so small.

upon arriving in new york city they will head towards the canal street station, doing an awful little loopy loop to take hudson street to 8th avenue. new york will prove a challenge for many of them because every other street and avenue there is pretty much a one way in the opposite way.

theyre going to turn right on 23rd street and take it three blocks towards the flatiron building on fifth avenue before doing another turn around and heading back up sixth avenue

here theyre going to turn left on 40th street, then right on 7th avenue then immediately right again on 41st street and then back to 6th avenue which they'll take all the way to the bottom of central park. here they'll turn left onto 59th street then go around columbus circle, exiting on broadway and then going right onto 57th street, which they'll then take down to 11th avenue, then after. few blocks cut over to the west side highway (12 avenue) and then they'll get off at 40th street and enter, you guessed it, the lincoln tunnel.

they'll exit the lincoln and get onto route 3 which they'll take down to route 120 and then they'll do a single doughnut in the parking lot at the american dream mall (a terrible place) before getting onto, you guessed it! 95!! they'll take 95 (devil highway) to 78 to the garden state parkway before getting back on route 22, doing a quick hairpin turn at one the first u turn and then end up straight back where they started. outside the staples.

i think maybe 3 people would finish the whole thing. logan sargeant, being the only american, would come in first. fernando alonso takes second and valtteri bottas takes third.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Construction worker during the building of 500 Fifth Avenue, 1929-31.

Photo: Browning Studio via the NY Historical Society

[la-kuntessa]

A Very Classy Night

For the Hellcheer Discord Hotties

NYC

June, 1989

It’s such a beautiful, iconic, warm and sexy New York night that they have to take advantage of it. 

They’re dressed up, having left a fancy party thrown by or for a big donor at Chrissy’s dance school. It was in a fancy apartment on fifth avenue. Champagne, h’ors d’overs (Chrissy’s favorite food), beautiful art in a gorgeous, million-billion dollar apartment and an open bar. 

Super classy.

Eddie was on his best behavior, he charmed all the rich wives and their staff. He meticulously pressed his suit and bought a tie with matching pocket square. He wore his pointy boots and his hair neatly tied at his nape. Chrissy thinks he’s so handsome she could die. 

They bounce the classy party before everyone gets too drunk and things get inappropriate (Eddie thinks there’s a very sexual vibe between donors and dancers. Like, they throw money and you dance for them. Chilling.)

They’re not ready for this night to end, though! They have to hit as many bars as possible because they look and feel so cute. They want to get drunk and make out at a bar, then they want to go home, get stoned and make out some more.

A perfect Saturday night. 

So Eddie’s twirling Chrissy as they walk down Fifth Avenue and they find themselves in front of the Plaza Hotel. 

There’s fancy people coming in and out and they all look like they’ve been partying. Must be a wedding. It is a Saturday in June, after all. 

Hmmmm. 

It takes very little to persuade Chrissy to try to sneak into this fancy wedding. 

They enter the hotel from a little used side door, feeling like spies. Chrissy is giggling so hard it makes Eddie get the giggles and they have to take some circular breaths to calm down. They put Eddie’s jacket on Chrissy, she holds her heels. Eddie tucks his hair into his popped (ugh) collar and he puts on his sunglasses for extra asshole vibes.

They stumble over, pretending to be drunk yuppies, like they’ve been at this party for hours. There’s no one to check them so they walk in with purpose to the bar. 

The room is massive and there’s so many people…

This could be fun.

They grab two passed champagne flutes and sip nervously. 

No one is looking at them. 

The coast…is clear? 

They nibble on some canapés.

They hit the dance floor when the band starts up on some Temptations. 

They eat a couple of eclairs from the Viennese table.

This might actually work!

They’re back at the bar when one of the bridesmaids approaches them. 

Uh oh.

“Great party right!” Chrissy chirps.

“Totally,” says bridesmaid “Who are you with?”

Oh NO.

“Michael!” Eddie croaks. “We’re Michael’s kids!”

“Michael who?”

“Michael Michael!”

Chrissy acts fast.

“He’s right over there!” she points to the far side of the room.

The bridesmaid looks over-

-THEN BITCH THEY ARE RUNNING-

Ok, not running, running, more like scooting away at a fast clip.

They zip down some halls and miraculously find a unisex bathroom to hide in.

Chrissy and Eddie are laughing and trembling so hard, oh my god. 

They wait until they’re sure no one has followed them or called the cops or whatever rich people would do to two scalawags such as them. 

Eventually they slide out and slink onto 58th street where they indulge in a cab to 13th street to stop at the Pony Keg because Eddie used to work there and drinks for (mostly) free. 

On Monday Chrissy tells her dance friends about their adventure (turns out they left just in time. Things indeed get sexual; Antoine blew a waiter in the service stairwell and Lisette got multiple offers for threesomes. {She’ll do it if they pay her $500 cash})

So everybody had fun!

Years and years later, they’re at a HUGE charity gala at the Plaza. They’re having a great time schmoozing, sipping Champagne, feeling very rich and famous, when Eddie turns to Chrissy and says sotto voce 

“ok, if anyone asks, tell them we’re with Michael” 

Chrissy is confused, but Eddie sees the realization wash over her. She makes an undignified, loud, explosive laugh-snort and doubles over laughing, ending up squatting then sitting on the floor. 

She’s crying laughing, she can’t breathe.

She’s doing Chrissy Laugh #234- “ah-HA! Ah-HA! Ah-Ha!” one of Eddie’s faves.

He’s holding her wrap and purse so they don’t end up with her. ON the floor of THEE Plaza Hotel. “Christine, please! The press is here! She’s not drunk, I swear!” he laughs. She’s so fucking cute, he wants to kiss her all over her adorable face. 

The cameras flash all around them.

There’s a picture of Chrissy in her beautiful midnight blue satin gown, her hair, gleaming, diamonds at her ears and throat, at this major event…looking like she peed herself on the floor of the Plaza. 

This picture?

It ends up in Vanity Fair. 

It’s framed on Eddie’s desk. 

[denimbex1986]

"It's a really difficult one to, to try and sum up, but it's about this man who's lost his parents when he was a boy. And the basic premise of it is a very beautiful one; what would you say to your parents that you weren't able to ever say to them before? He meets his parents as, as they are now; and they're the same age, he talks to his mum and dad...when they're the same age as he is now. And he has to let them know who he is, and so it's a very beautiful premise. A difficult one to, to - I keep saying to my friends you know: 'Just go see it, just go see it.' Because you're like: 'Oh my god, it sounds crazy', but it's a really beautiful idea. Because, you know, so, so much of us, you know, so many of us think about people. You know, I was walking down Fifth Avenue today and I was thinking: 'Most of these people are probably having conversations with, with people they haven't seen in 15 years.' You know, we spend so much of our time in memory, you know, and so - that's where the ghost is. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"What's so extraordinary about this film is that you're always the child, aren't you? When your parents...and I love this idea that you know, we don't do any, in the movie we don't do any - like, in the theater you can play several different parts, and, and the audience immediately believes it. But in the movies, sometimes we've got to put like a nuclear glow around them to show that they're ghosts. We do none of that stuff; it's just exactly the way our memory works, which is, you know, you remember the people exactly as you remember them and not - you don't really think about logic too much. So all the conversations are very beautiful and loving, but they're also kind of thorny because they've got a lot of kind of attitudes that would have existed around the nineteen - late 1980s. And he has to sort of, in some ways, kind of come out to them and it's very - it's beautiful because it talks about the accidental cruelty of families. You know, that we can have great love, but also your family can say things to you that are pretty bruising. But it's so compassionate and it's so tender, and people when they go and see the movie, you know, you can audibly hear - I wasn't able to see it for ages because of the strike - and I went to see it in, for the first time with a big group of 500 people, in London and just, people were audibly weeping. And so to be able to, I don't know, capture the audience imagination in that way is, is pretty wonderful."

"It was incredible you know, because Jamie Bell and Claire Foy play my parents, who are younger than me...It's sort of a crazy idea but it's got this epic, it's got this epic subject matter to it, which is - it's literally about life and death. And it's so, so beautiful and so incredibly; I'm proud of it - I find it very moving even talking about it. So, but yeah, so it's, it's really just very, very specific, and we shot it in the childhood home of the director, which is extraordinary. He lived there when he was nine or ten, so we went back into his, his home, so it was sort of magical; the whole thing was really magical."

"...He'll kill me for saying this but Paul was in an ad for sausages in Ireland. Now he's so cool. No - he's still an ad for sausages; he'll always be an ad for sausages. Easy, tiger. So, and then of course, I knew him from 'Normal People', which I'm sure everybody knows him from. And so we were required to forge this sort of huge kind of chemistry and intimacy in this, in this, in this movie and, you know -

...We did a little sort of a sketch for Comic Relief in, in London, but certainly nothing like, like the intimacy we have to forge in, in this one. And so, yeah, it was just one of those wonderful, wonderful experiences. I, I love him dearly."

"...You know, I think storytelling is so much part of Irish culture. I think probably because of immigration. You know, so many Irish people moved over here, you know, and so how you keep people alive is by telling stories about them. You know and so Ir - Irish people - you know, of course I'm biased - but I do, I do feel like there's, there's, we've had a lot, we've had a bad; a lot of bad knocks, but I love it. It's fun; I'm going back there for Christmas obviously. Well, I don't wanna, you know, I don't want to fall into cliche but we'll have, we'll have a couple of drinks."

[azspot]

We are not here to debate the moral squalor that defines the life of the hedge fund billionaire and chair of the seminary’s trustee board, Michael Fisch. We are not here to denounce him for the personal fortune, reportedly worth at least $10 billion, a fortune he built preying on the poorest among us, those families that went into debt to pay his prison telecommunications company’s exorbitant fees which charge up to $15 for 15-minute calls, fees that see families across the U.S. pay $1.4 billion each year to speak to incarcerated loved ones. We are not here to decry the pain he and his corporation ViaPath, formerly Global Tel Link, caused to hundreds of thousands of children, desperate to speak to an incarcerated mother or father, to tell them about school, or that they miss them, that they need to hear their voice to know everything will be okay, that they are loved. We are not here to contrast the lives of these children, bewildered at the cruelty of this world, living in dilapidated apartments in inner city projects, with the feudal opulence of Michael Fisch’s life, his three mansions worth $100 million lined up on the same ritzy street in East Hampton, his art collection worth over $500 million, his Fifth Avenue apartment worth $21 million and his four-story Upper East Side townhouse. So many luxury dwellings that sit empty much of the time, no doubt, while over half a million Americans are homeless. Greed is not rational. It devours because it can. It knows only one word — more.

Chris Hedges

[eretzyisrael]

Groups sympathetic to terror organization Hamas planned and executed a massive rally in New York City on Saturday after vowing to disrupt the Christmas holiday as a means of encouraging people to join the largely anti-Semitic Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) movement against Israel. The groups, including radical liberal groups People's Forum and Palestinian Youth Movement, organized the protests, which drew huge crowds to Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, which disrupted traffic and doubtless left numerous already-panicked last minute shoppers disgruntled at the disruption. Still, this was the groups' explicit goal, as they intended to ensure that there would be no Christmas "as usual" as long as people continue to support Israel. ... ... This marked the second time in less than a week that New York City was disrupted by Hamas protests. Earlier this week crowds of Hamas sympathizers clogged mass transit hubs, causing major disruptions throughout the city.

There were disruptions across the US and across Europe as well.

From the NY Post:

Hundreds of pro-Palestinian protesters converged on Midtown Monday, lugging a blood-red mock Nativity scene and chanting "Christmas is canceled here." "Long live the intifada," the crowd of about 500 demonstrators yelled, using the Arabic word for "rebellion" or "uprising," as they mobbed the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree where revelers were enjoying the holiday. ... At least six arrests -- four for disorderly conduct, one for menacing and one for graffiti -- were later reported near Grand Central Station and Union Square, as protesters and cops clashed, according to law enforcement sources.

More from Breitbart:

On Christmas Eve, a pro-Palestinian caravan of cars disrupted Christmas caroling in Washington Square Park, the Post reported. In Chicago on Christmas Eve, a group of pro-Palestinian, anti-Israel demonstrators targeted the homes of local lawmakers before briefly shutting down Interstate 90 -- the key artery connecting Chicago to O'Hare International Airport -- in both directions. ... The disruptions even reached suburban Memphis, Tennessee, where a pro-Palestinian crowd disrupted Christmas shopping. Pro-Palestinian, anti-Israel demonstrators have been targeting Christmas, and symbols of Christianity, for weeks...

They disrupted a fundraiser for blind children, too.

[thatshowthingstarted]

Vinzenz Brinkmann and Ulrike Koch-Brinkmann, reconstruction of the so-called Chios Kore from the Athenian Acropolis (2012), 

Marble stucco on polymethyl methacrylate, natural pigments in egg tempera.

Courtesy Liebieghaus Skulpturensammlung (Liebieghaus Polychromy Research Project), Frankfurt am Main; original: Greece, Athens, marble, c. 520–500 BCE, Acropolis Museum, Athens.

The Met’s latest exhibition on Greek and Roman art brings color back to whitewashed ancient sculptures by analyzing “polychromy,” or the rhetorical uses of color. Employing 3D imaging techniques, curators developed new restorative methods to simulate how ancient works appeared in their time, placing reproductions alongside originals to exemplify the aging process.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art (metmuseum.org) 1000 Fifth Avenue, Upper East Side, Manhattan Through March 26, 2023

[beecastle]

Whumptober day 6: Ransom Video

Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader

Word count: 500

Rating: M

Warnings: torture, captivity, gun, wounds, blood

MASTERLIST / WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

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“I told you I don’t know where it is,” Marcus replies for what feels like the thousandth time and just like every other time, he gets a fist to the stomach, making him double over in pain, the only thing keeping him on the chair are his bound hands on the back of it. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to change your answer, Agent Pike?” One of his captors asks as they bring a gun out and point it at him. 

“I don’t know,” he grumbles. The gun is an empty threat, they wouldn’t shoot an FBI agent over the location of a painting. 

“Okay then.” But when they cock the gun, he worries a little. Before he can say anything, they fire at his leg, ripping a scream from Marcus’s throat. “Still don’t know?”

Marcus shakes his head as tears fill his eyes and he tries to get his breath and the pain under control. “Well then perhaps your partner will prove to be more useful.” They unlock Marcus’ phone, him having given them the password somewhere between the fifth and sixth hour of torture. They put the phone in front of him, a picture of him and you, his partner, who also happens to be the love of his life showing on the screen. 

“Leave them out of this,” Marcus says hurriedly. “They don’t know anything either.” 

“All they have to do is give us the painting and then you can go home with them.”

/

The red flashing on the top left corner of the camera indicates that the recording has started. Marcus tries his best to put on a brave facade for your sake, attempting to mask all the pain and fear going through him. He wants nothing but to have you in his arms and bury his head in the crook of your neck and live there forever.

“Hey, I’m okay,” he tries to reassure you as a trail of blood drips from his forehead and onto the floor, with his hands bound he’s unable to wipe it off. “The people that are holding me captive have some requirements in order to let me go. They’ll release me in exchange for the Picasso painting we confiscated last week.” He squints as his captors show him a piece of paper with something written on it from behind the camera. “They want you to be at the park on Western Avenue tomorrow night with the painting.”

One of the captors, his face covered by a ski mask, moves next to Marcus and grabs him by the hair bringing his head backward so suddenly a small yelp escapes his throat. “If you aren’t there or if you get someone else involved, the next time you see your lover will be at his funeral.”

The recording stops and the man lets Marcus' head go, patting his cheek a couple of times. “You better hope your partner shows up tomorrow.”

[pix4japan]

Yokohama Coffee Shop Fifth Avenue (横濱珈琲店五番街)

This cafe caught my interest for the lovely exterior ironwork, and the interesting signage used in the shop: YOKOHAMA Koffie TEN 5 Ave.

“YOKOHAMA” is the standard spelling for the city of Yokohama—so far so good. “Koffie” is dutch for coffee, but the sign uses a very different font. Next, “TEN” is not the number 10, but actually the spelling of the Japanese word 店, which means shop/store/branch, etc., and spelled “ten” and pronounced the same as the number 10. Finally the huge 5 at the end with the tiny abbreviation of Avenue looks like the sign maker ran out of space at the end. If the sign is as old as the shop itself, the signage might have been created this way on purpose in line with what was fashionable in the late 50s and early 60s.

The coffee shop started out as an imported grocery goods shop in 1965, and later switched to a coffee shop. The shop’s signboard of an old sailing ship hints to the store’s roots of imported goods.

Breakfast meals serving toasted sandwiches, a hard boiled egg, and a cup of coffee cost only 500 yen (USD $3.52). Considering the high rent they have to pay for a cafe so close to a major train station, it is a wonder how they can offer such low prices and still make a profit.

Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter ISO 1250 for 1/250 sec. at ƒ/2.0 Pro Negative High film simulation

[handeaux]

Whither Cincinnati’s Erstwhile Wooden Tribe? The Demise Of The Cigar-Store Indian

Throughout the summer of 1888, Cincinnati erupted in celebration of its centennial, marking 100 years since the first settlers pulled ashore here. In the middle of the festivities, an unnamed reporter for the Cincinnati Post [2 July 1888] composed a fantasy in which he imagined all of the wooden cigar-store Indians in town brought to life one midnight. With the temporary gift of movement and speech, the statues gathered on the banks of the river to contemplate the pageant of the past century.

The gist of that fairy tale – that one hundred years of progress had done little to improve on the conditions that existed before the settlers arrived – is irrelevant to our story today. The important fact is the reporter’s estimate of the number of participants:

“The group consisted of about 200 wooden Indians that usually adorn the fronts of the Cincinnati cigar shops.”

Just how many cigar shops did Cincinnati have in 1888? A quick count of that year’s city directory reveals nearly 500 cigar and tobacco shops in a town of 290,000 people. If a large minority of these vendors plunked a wooden native on the sidewalk in front of his shop, it is entirely possible that there were, in 1888, something like 200 wooden statues of Native Americans in Cincinnati.

William C. Smith, in his delightful book, “Queen City Yesterdays,” recalls their ubiquity when he was a child living on Central Avenue:

“Indians were plentiful on the Avenue but they were of the inanimate type, constructed of wood, and stood on pedestals in front of cigar stores.”

With so many statues scattered around town, it makes another item from the Cincinnati Post all the more remarkable. Just 28 years after counting 200 wooden Indians, the Post [12 September 1916] published this squib in its Village Gossip column:

“By the way, what has become of the old cigar store Indian? So rare is he that if any cigar dealer who still keeps an Indian in front of his store will notify me to that effect, I will send or photographer to get a picture of him – I mean the Indian.”

In response to the Village Gossip, several readers directed the Post’s photographer to Nathaniel Aglar’s cigar store on Front Street near Broadway. Mr. Aglar claimed that his wooden sales associate had stood outside his store for 30 years and that the statue was 40 years old when he acquired it.

Twenty years onward, Mr. Aglar’s Indian had apparently disappeared because the Post [5 March 1938] could only locate two wooden Indians still standing outside Cincinnati tobacconists. “Chief Kusnick,” also known for unknown reasons as “Sam Pincus,” stood guard outside John Fugazzi’s cigar shop on East Sixth street and “Chief Mueller” guarded William Mueller’s store on East Fifth Street.

During their heyday, Cincinnati’s cigar-store Indians actively participated in the city’s street life, usually against their will. The local newspapers regularly published accounts along the lines of this item from the Enquirer [30 July 1876]:

“A young man, well known in the West End, went over the Rhine last night and dropped his wealth so freely around among the beer halls that he was soon in a frame of mind to avenge Custer. His first victim was a wooden Indian which was standing in front of a cigar store, innocently pointing people to the fine stock within. The warrior disposed of, the Avenger tried to get in his work on a policeman, whom he mistook for Sitting Bull. But he failed, and to-morrow Judge Lindemann will throw chuck-a-luck with him to see whether it shall be $5 and costs or $10.”

As late as November 1938, police arrested an inebriated waiter for assaulting Chief Mueller, thus ending a tradition of fifty years or more,

It wasn’t only drunks who attacked the statues. In 1848, the Cincinnati Commercial reported that a pack of dogs attacked a wooden Indian mounted outside a cigar store at Third and Sycamore. This must have been among the first such statues erected in the city.

And then there were the practical jokes. On a frosty night in December 1882 Cincinnati Police Sergeant Philip Rittweger discovered that some miscreants had hoisted a cigar-store Indian from its customary perch and dunked it into a horse trough on Freeman Avenue, where it was frozen fast. Sergeant Rittweger telephoned Sergeant James Young of the Oliver Street Station and informed him there was a drowned man in his district and foul play was suspected. Sergeant Young assembled a group of officers and rushed to the scene. On discovering the frozen statue, Young put out a call for Rittweger, who made himself scarce.

The cigar-store Indian began appearing in American cities during the 1840s as steamships began to replace the great sailing ships with their magnificently carved figureheads mounted at the prow. The streamlined steamships dispensed with such decoration, leaving a generation of woodcarvers looking for a new market. As the big sailing vessels were dismantled, woodcarvers found the weather-beaten pine masts to be exceptional material for carving cigar-store decorations. Soon, a painted Indian was as essential to the tobacconist as a red-striped pole was to a barber or three suspended balls to a pawnbroker.

What happened to Cincinnati’s substantial tribe of cigar-store totems? Mostly they disappeared as fashions changed. A sign hanging above the door was more visible than a statue at street level. City ordinances prohibited sidewalk obstructions. And, very importantly, wooden statues in a folk style were becoming quite collectable. As early as the 1930s, Cincinnati newspapers reported collectors paying $500 for an authentic cigar-store Indian.

The Cincinnati Post’s Village Gossip, now writing under a more distinguished byline as “Cincinnatus,” lamented the passing of this tribe [25 June 1936]:

“Cincinnatus used to know many a wooden Indian . . . a friendly, mellow spirit that seemed to summon Cincinnatus into the store to stay awhile, to talk with the proprietor about the price of cabbages and the state of the nation and the way the Reds were going. The unbusinesslike Indian was like an invitation to leisurely loitering in a cigar store which in the Indian’s time was more a club than a business. But what now? Cincinnatus buys his can of tobacco and is quickly on his way again. With the departure of the Indian, cigar stores have gone into mere trade, abandoning romance, philosophy and leisure.”

[blamseastore]

hi! Is there the business button down suit from the fifth avenue fashion set?

You know, I clearly uploaded this one as its on my simfileshare... and its even got 500 downloads already... but I could not for the life of me find it? Maybe it disappeared from my tumblr?

So i reuploaded it: https://blamseastore.tumblr.com/post/714706630458114048/business-button-down

[allrisegifs]

All Rise 3x10 - Fashion via Worn On TV

^ Ami stretch-knit midi dress by Solace London, $500 (Currently $250 at Net a Porter)

^ Voluminous Puff Sleeve Shirt by Frame & Ruffle Hem Tweed Knit Pencil Skirt by St. John

^ Racer Charmeuse Cami by Cami NYC, $161

^ The Big Time Jumpsuit by Mother, $558 (Currently $291 at Forward)

^ Steffi Stripe Shirtdress by Kobi Halperin, $498 (Currently $199 at Saks Off 5th)

^ Striped Layered Bustier Shirt by Theory, $375 (Currently $113 at Saks Fifth Avenue)

^ Remi Camisole by Anine Bing, $179

[newyorkthegoldenage]

This photograph, taken October 13, 1932 from the rapidly rising, $250,000,000 Rockefeller Center, shows the Empire State Building dominating the scene. In the left center glows the single light atop the Metropolitan Tower and in the foreground stands the building at 500 Fifth Avenue.

Photo: Associated Press

[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back •LOCATIONS• ADDRESSES & SCENES

Bucky and Ashlyn’s Penthouse

Madison Square Park Tower

45 E 22nd St, New York, NY 10010

Bucky’s Bachelor Apartment

The Pierre

2 E 61st St, New York, NY 10065

The Auction / Bucky and Ashlyn’s Wedding Reception

The Plaza

768 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10019

Bucky and Ashlyn’s Wedding Ceremony

St. Patrick’s Cathedral

14 East 51st Street, New York, NY

The McDonalds

McDonalds

720 North Ave, New Rochelle, NY

Reader and Ashlyn’s Upstate Home

Mount Kisco, New York

Ashlyn’s SoHo Apartment

Mercer Street, Soho, New York, NY

Ashlyn’s Birthday Party

The Rainbow Room

30 Rockefeller Plaza, New York, NY 10112

Loki and Reader’s First Dinner Date

One If By Land, Two If By Sea

17 Barrow St, New York, NY

Ashlyn and Reader’s Brunch

La Grande Boucherie

145 W 53rd St, New York, NY

Bucky and Reader’s Apartment

The Brownstone

On St. Luke’s Place, New York, NY

The Coffee House Reader Works At

Black Brick Coffee

300 Bedford Ave, Brooklyn, NY

Where Bucky and Ashlyn Met

Near Zara on 5th Ave

Somewhere around 500 5th Avenue, 5th Ave, New York, NY

Restaurant where Ashlyn meets Nat and Steve

Market Table

54 Carmine St, New York, NY

Where Bucky Proposes to Ashlyn

1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge

60 Furman St, Brooklyn, NY 11201

Reader’s Brooklyn Apartment

Bedford Avenue (in Williamsburg, Brooklyn)

Bucky and Ashlyn’s first kiss

Rockefeller - Christmas Tree

30 Rockefeller Plaza, New York, NY