On the one hand, it is very difficult to describe real New Yorkers, but on the other hand, you can feel exactly when you are confronted with a real New Yorker. THE New Yorker doesn’t actually exist, because most New Yorkers are not native Americans, but come from almost every country. They are by no means all second or third-generation New Yorkers.
Sylvia Weinstock left us at the age of 91. She was the most famous baker of New York. Customers of the cake queen were politicians and stars.
Barbra Streisand redefined good looks with humor, talent, and an eye-catching nose. This has now been captured in an illustrated book by photographers Steve Schapiro and Lawrence Schiller.
Self-employed without an eye light is difficult enough for most. Thomas Panek now even ran the New York Half Marathon alone – as the first blind runner at all. Although, he was not absolutely alone.
Anyone who moves to New York today in order to settle down in this city must be rich. It used to be different. And they still exist, the original New Yorkers, in their charmingly overcrowded apartments.
As the lead singer of the trio The Ronettes, she said goodbye to the innocent image of many pop colleagues: Ronnie Spector, known for hits like “Be My Baby” or “Baby, I Love You”, is dead. She died “after a short fight against the Cancer”.
At least 19 people were killed in one of New York’s worst fires, including nine children. The fire broke out on one of the lower floors of a high-rise building. Mayor Eric Adams speaks of a tragedy. Survivors report screaming children.
The director Peter Bogdanovich would have loved to live in Hollywood’s golden era. He was born too late for that – and so he made nostalgic films like “Is’ what, Doc?” and “Paper Moon”. Now this brilliantly clever epigone has died.
He sits on garbage cans, scares young women, and inspires thousands of people on social media: In New York, a man dresses up as a rat and turns the street into a stage. He has a very simple reason for this.
The TWA terminal at New York’s JFK Airport is considered an architectural highlight, but it did not fulfill its purpose adequately. Now the terminal, where the Hollywood film “Catch Me If You Can” was filmed, has reopened as a luxury hotel.
It’s hard not to pay attention to Jackson Galaxy: this is a shaved, bearded middle-aged man with numerous tattoos, who drives through the streets in a bright pink convertible. Despite his shocking image, he is not an actor or a rock star, although he dreamed of a musical career.