Category Archives: NEW YORK

International Write-Off Day

May 1, 2019 – 10:09 am

Last month I was dining at Bar Pitti with Richie Boy, our art dealer friend Starvie, and my landord Pollock. The restaurant on 6th Avenue was packed with stockbrokers thankful to have survived the day’s mayhem. Ferraris, Landrovers, and Mercs weaved through the traffic, each one is more of a hurry to be somewhere else. […]

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MARC STEVENS BLIZZARD

March 30, 2019 – 6:59 am

Yesterday meteorologists predicted the season’s first snowstorm heading toward New York. Their forecast warned of a 6-10 inch accumulation or what I called a Marc ’10 and 1/2 Inches’ Stevens Blizzard. A real blizzard hit New York in 1978 and I partied with Marc and his tranny girlfriend Jill Monroe throughout the three days the […]

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A MEAN OLD MAN / Bet on Crazy by Peter Nolan Smith

January 3, 2019 – 5:51 am

This summer our Israeli landlords on West 47th Street were squeezing every commercial cent from their property. Contractors reconstructed the entrance to create space for another diamond store along the facade. The new owners are longtime dealers in the Diamond District. I put on my suit jacket and Manny, my boss, asked, “Where are you […]

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Lost and More Lost

October 11, 2018 – 9:47 am

30,000 years ago mankind numbered in the thousands. Their settlements have been researched by countless archaeologists. Nothing was lost to the notice of man, however Henri Mouhot announced to the world in 1860 that he had found the lost city of the Khmers, Angkor Wat. The Frenchman never mentioned that previous expedition to the great […]

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BAD MAN by Peter Nolan Smith

September 13, 2018 – 1:32 pm

In February of 2013 the president of a private jet charter service invited me to dinner at the Oyster Bar. I accepted without hesitation, because I was a born and bred New Englander and nowhere else in the city served a wider variety of oysters. “You don’t mind if I my girlfriend and her daughter […]

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