Someone said to me on Friday night that New York City is becoming more and more, in a deliberate attack, solely a place for the rich. The projected expansion in population, the attempts at gaining the 2008 Summer Olympics, and the continued attempts by city government to literally “lure” people to live here when there are no fucking jobs beyond sucking dick for $5 a pop or investment banking at $60K a year certainly doesn’t discourage this train of thinking.
I’m sorry if you make a lot of money (I highly doubt anyone who reads this does) but the plain fact is that it’s harder and harder for anyone to be fucking normal in NYC. And this article from the New York Times just makes me mad;
Buyers this year have already closed on 71 Manhattan apartments that each cost more than $10 million, compared with 17 apartments in that price range during all of 2007. Last week, a New York art dealer paid a record $1.6 million for an Edward Weston photograph at Sotheby’s. And the GoldBar, a downtown lounge, reports that bankers continue to order $3,000 bottles of Rémy Martin Louis XIII Cognac.
“When times get tough, the smart spend money,” said David Monn, an event planner who is organizing a black-tie party on May 10 for dignitaries and recent purchasers of apartments at the Plaza Hotel; the average price there was $7 million. “Short of our country going on food stamps, I don’t think we’re doing anything differently.”
Fuck the lot of you. Go listen to the new Glass And Ashes record.