Christmas in New York City would be nothing without Rockefeller Center, home of the renowned 80-foot Christmas tree and the ice skating rink that doubles as the planet’s favorite wedding proposal location. It’s a place full of traditions, but this year may see the absence of a favorite — the rink’s beloved Skating Santa.
Paul Chernosky, Rockefeller Center’s Santa extraordinaire, has spent the past 15 holiday seasons making families smile and taking pictures with skaters. However, Grinch-like management changes this year have caused Paul to be fired without warning.
Paul was shocked by the sudden job loss:
“I was always told in the past that as long as I wanted the job I had it. … I felt very appreciated and praised for my work, and then all of a sudden: boom. The rug was just pulled out from under my feet.” Keep reading »
The internet is the land of over-sharing, and it appears that the interweb gods have now gifted us with one of the most useful over-shares of all: a nifty little map of which New York City neighborhoods are having the most sex. New Yorkers tend to be a little too obsessed with analyzing themselves, but this is one subject I’ll let that slide for. Keep reading »
In the twelve years that Mayor Bloomberg has presided over New York City, the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene (srsly, that’s for real, MENTAL HYGIENE) has been responsible for quite a few not always-well-received ad campaigns. The words “controversial” and occasionally “insensitive” come to mind — hello, human fat being poured out of a soda bottle; nice to see you, comically-crying “child of a teen mother.” (There was also that time they took a photo of a healthy two-legged man and Photoshopped him into a diabetes-suffering amputee.)
The department’s latest venture, which takes the form of posters to be found primarily in subways and on street corners, takes a slightly different approach than the usual I’m hungover and even if I weren’t I still didn’t really need to see that on my way to work this morning scare tactics. In fact, the NYC Girls Project is the rare positive stab at successful outreach. The posters, as well as the accompanying city-sponsored fitness programs and #imagirl Twitter campaign, are aimed at young girls aged 7 to 12. As more than 80 percent of 10-year-old girls are “afraid of being fat,” and with “body satisfaction” hitting rock bottom between 12 and 15, the idea behind the campaign is that some of these body image issues can be addressed as early as possible before things start to get rough (which we all know they will anyway, of course). Keep reading »
This is an image taken directly from the New York City MTA of what one of the downtown subway stations looks like post-Hurricane Sandy. That’s an entire subway tunnel full of water — and salt water at that — which rusts out subway trains and tracks, leaving them non-functioning. Whoa boy.
Why is Olivia Palermo still famous? Why is she still snapped by the paparazzi on a weekly basis? Why does she sit front row at every show from New York to Paris come Fashion Week? Here’s the truth: she’s pretty, she’s well-dressed, and she pretty much epitomizes everything there is to love and love to hate about the Manhattan faux-socialite. I say faux because, come on, an MTV show stint and an obscenely wealthy, corrupt father does not a socialite make… or does it? Whatever her cause célèbre may be, I always like to see Olivia looking gorgeous about town, especially with her equally gorgeous boyfriend. I want this outfit, but it probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. This is where Style Stealer comes in… Keep reading »
Lepidopterists, take note: if you live toward the north, you may have noticed an exceptional amount of orange and black butterflies taking to the skies. These are the Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta) series, which literature nerds (holler!) will recognize as Vladimir Nabokov’s favorite, to which he penned an ode in his 999-line poem Pale Fire. I haven’t seen one yet, but apparently there’s tons of them, especially here in New York City where they’ll actually end up settling. This is hardly the first time they’ve been seen — the butterflies migrate upward from the South come spring — but they’re early this year and have arrived in mass quantities. According to upstate New York paper The Daily News, “[the Red Admiral] typically arrives at the end of May, but to see it in such numbers and so early in the season is not common.” Experts agree that the phenomenon has occurred about 4-5 weeks earlier than average, most likely caused by our unseasonably warm spring. Keep reading »
It’s February already? Fashion weeks are fast approaching, that’s for sure, and New York is the first up as always, with shows beginning on Thursday. Regretfully, one brand us Manhattanites don’t usually hear much from is Miu Miu, which shows in Paris. This year, though, things are different. How different, you ask? Well, we still won’t be seeing the collection strutted down the runway, but the brand is launching a (limited edition!) line of 46 unique handmade bags of 17 different material combinations using 12 different processing techniques, all to be unveiled in the big four fashion capitals (London, Milan, Paris, and NYC) during each of their fashion weeks. I know for a fact that a grand total of zero of these bags will eventually be mine, but my god, aren’t they glorious? Check out the hypnotizing gif of all 16 New York bags, courtesy of Miu Miu, after the jump. [Fashionista] Keep reading »
As both a New Yorker and a bonafide Francophile, I am a madly adoring fan of the brilliant graphic designer Vahram Muratyan’s website, Paris versus New York. He compares the City of Lights to the Big Apple in a way that isn’t snarky, or biased toward one or the other — rather, they read more like romantic odes to both cities. His modern designs and prints have gained something of a following since his blog’s debut in 2010, and last week he released a 224-page book of his contrast-and-compare illustrations. If you’re a fan of Paris vs. NYC, or Paris, or NYC, or all of the above, you must get this book. It’s simple and lovely and makes me want to book a trip to La Ville-Lumière, dès que possible. Equally charming: this Blackbook interview with the artist. [$20, in Anthropologie stores and online]
For every spontaneous, adorable impromptu subway sing-a-long, there’s a giant, repulsive rat that comes along and ruins it for everyone. Yes, there are now giant rats living in NYC — this particular guy was found at a Foot Locker in the Bronx, if you couldn’t tell from the familiar striped uniform of the guy holding the dead animal aloft. [Is it just me, or does that thing have massive testes? -- Editor] [Gothamist]