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| thrifty chic in hell's kitchen, nyc |
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| the enormous, decrepit hallway and stairwell |
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| the apartment is a huge loft with a small side room on the far side; there's a retro geographic metal floor divider and a huge skylight in the center of the room |
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| the sullivans work hard to decorate and furnish with street finds, even painting fleur-de-lys on the walls |
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| view from the entrance |
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| possibly the oldest kitchen fixtures in the states |
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| the sullivans's homemaking efforts extend to peacock plumes and theatrical drapes |
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| you're not a new yorker till you've seen a bathtub in a kitchen or a livingroom - got my bonafides a few weeks after i arrived |
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| love how they turned the central pole into a glamorous banquette |
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| facing the entrance |
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| the parents share a sofabed just inside the front door |
And then there is the artist neighbor/landlord (?), Kwame Mateo. A volatile foreigner himself who is also dying of AIDS and desperate to live as fully as possible:
Only in New York.
































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