Category Archives: NEW YORK

NO SWIMMING ALLOWED by Peter Nolan Smith

September 9, 2024 – 10:12 am

The weather forecast predicted a sultry summer day for September 7, 2001. My friend Alia had transported a Porsche Boxer from the UK and her high-octane convertible awaited clearance at the Newark Customs. The British diplomat asked me to accompany her to the Jersey docks and I agreed on the stipulation that we drove the […]

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On A Boat Pond – October 17, 1981 – Journal

August 20, 2024 – 11:11 am

Autumn settles on the boat pond Central Park trees Green to Orange to Yellow On the pond Two radio-controlled sloops Race Driven South By a crisp Northwesterly An imitation America Cup___ Here Central Park Not the East Village Rosy red cheek children Run around the pond An arm’s reach From foreign nannies and young mothers___ […]

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July 14, 1978 East 60th Street – Journal

July 14, 2024 – 9:49 am

I spent the evening with Kurt Rose friend.After coming back from Paris she has kept her distance, although we spent the last week together. Kirk said she just plays with people’s emotions because she has none. “She just wants you for sex.” He might have a point. “I want the same. Sex.” “I want to […]

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TRASH FIORUCCI by Peter Nolan Smith

July 13, 2024 – 8:42 am

In July of 1977 the windows of Fiorucci on East 60th Street featured the latest flash fashion from Italy. These trendy threads guaranteed immediate entrance into Studio 54 or any exclusive disco in Manhattan. I was a punk. Glitter wasn’t my thing, however a gold lame Elvis suit graced the front window and I wanted […]

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Rain on East 77 Street – June 1978

July 5, 2024 – 8:32 pm

Midnight Outside Rain Thunder. Inside the foyer My finger On the buzzer No reply____ Last winter Lisa left To be a model In Europe No letters Since April___ Her face Never on French Vogue Nor Italian Vogue Nor inside any fashion magazine. Gone___ Inside the hallway No one My finger on the buzzer A last […]

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