"The Post hasn't even picked this up yet."
A rare Carrie Bradshaw Feed Me appearance.
Hi everyone. Hope you had good weekends. I started American Primeval last night, and this tweet is exactly how I felt:
Today’s letter is about a crucial decision that will be made tomorrow regarding Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment, what recent changes at Doris Dev might mean for the future of consumer products, and a question about how we want to address Keith McNally’s memoir.
What happens when your apartment is more famous than you?
Despite how the HBO screenshots on your newsfeed would like to portray Carrie Bradshaw, the woman was consistent: she submitted her dating column on time every week, she kept her BMI below 15 every season, she is committed to making her thirties revolve around a single boring financier, and her dedication to living at 66 Perry Street for as long as she did deserves some kind of New York City trophy.
Carrie’s apartment served as one of the main sets for Sex and The City. It’s where she worked, took phone calls with friends to gossip, she argued on the iconic stoop with men who she dated and then mindfucked, chain smoked, and most importantly, it’s where her closet was.
On Sunday morning, a Feed Me reader sent me a document that is listed on the New York City Government site— it’s scheduled to be presented tomorrow at a Landmarks Preservation Commission meeting. The document is a landmarks application to install a gate on the stoop of a West Village townhouse. “Pretty mundane and normal,” my source said. “But it’s very, very rare to have a letter from the owner included in landmarks applications.” He accompanied the document with a caveat that The New York Post hasn’t even addressed this story yet.