New York City’s soul is dying, killed off by the rich. When I signed the lease four years ago, the real estate broker called my 450 sq. ft., Upper East Side, Manhattan rental a junior one bedroom. That was funny. Guess what was in the living room? My kitchen and bedroom. Where I come from, we call that a “studio.” In any event, I really loved it. Rent stabilized, the monthly price tag was $1,450 instead of the market rate $2,500+. Further, according the the New York Times, Manhattan’s average rent is $3,418, an all-time high.
Removed from HBO’s lineup long ago, Sex and the City character Carrie Bradshaw lived on 72nd Street, a five-minute walk from my place. Dividing fact from fiction, the two UES apartments were worlds apart.
Artist Iñaki Aliste Lizarralde is selling on Etsy prints of fictional New Yorkers’ apartment floor plans (h/t Gothamist). Get them before they’re gone! Speaking of disappearing acts, visit Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York for “a bitterly nostalgic look at a city in the process of going extinct.”