|let's dance the last dance: john travolta and karen lynn gorney|
Typically, it's one of those places that gives the impression that elevators had not yet been invented. Or at least, no one had thought to install them anywhere in the five boroughs...
|stephanie: fiercely determined to get the hell outta brooklyn|
|umm, you have to admit: her family home has great curb appeal|
|that car, his shoes, his hairdo... what's not to love about this?|
The apartment has three levels. They pass through so quickly I doubt anyone has managed to screencap it. The front door is to the left and this little room is, I believe, the kitchenette. You go up the stairs to the livingroom area with the bathroom off it (again, I think) and then up another staircase to the loft/ bedroom. Narrow, claustrophobic, only relieved by the high ceiling, and so totally New York.
|remember when it was common for doors to be this ugly wood?|
|these open shelves let the light through from the windows|
|tastefully casual urban living: always ready for company|
|...why did they bypass the seating to sit on the window sill?|
|view from the staircase: a very narrow apartment indeed|
|her old boss is a lech but he gave her this great place|
|not even the stunning skyline can compete with being in the city|