July 17, 2019

DON'T GO DOWN IN THE MINE, DADDY! -- The New Yorker Tudor City Ads

Some amusing ads that ran in the New Yorker in 1928 have recently come our way. We've never seen them before and believe they were written specifically for the magazine ‒ the copy has a 'literary' quality not found in Tudor City's typical ads. 

This selection promotes the colony as an alternative to commuting, a common enough advertising refrain, rendered here in dramatic style, with references to "grim journeys," "wasted lives," and "nerves jumping the track" after "hours underground with half a million others." 

The antidote, of course, is Tudor City, "high, quiet and cool on the East River Front."  The ads, with their glum illustrations and overheated prose, below.



See the New Yorker's editorial coverage of the complex here, here and here

July 14, 2019


Today, a pictorial recap of Friday's Manhattanhenge celebration, a textbook success thanks to a cloudless sky at sunset ‒ as seen above, via Instagram. 

There was a healthy turnout at the Tudor City Overpass for the spectacle.

July 10, 2019

CONFIDENTIAL: Death by 'Skylarking'

Daily News front page detail, September 23, 1929,

This installment of our Confidential series, a walk on Tudor City's wilder side, recounts the sudden death of Allen Weir, society figure and Manor resident.
New York Times front page detail.

Weir was born to a prominent family in Wilmington, Delaware. After graduating from Annapolis naval academy, he moves to Manhattan in 1927, renting an apartment in The Manor. 

Independently wealthy ‒ the owner of a yacht and two automobiles ‒ he socializes with a high-flying crowd, and is considered quite a catch. His status is enhanced after his brother marries a du Pont heiress. 

Then, in the early hours of Sunday, Sept. 22, 1929, Weir returns home after a night out with two buddies. They had been drinking ‒ despite Prohibition being the law of the land, liquor was easy to come by in Manhattan ‒ and were in "high spirits." Pouring nightcaps, they begin 'skylarking' around the apartment, period slang for 'horsing around.'

Weir leaps up on the sill of an open window, nearly losing his balance. His pals rush to steady him, but he topples out the window, falling into a rear courtyard to his death. He is 26 years old.
Headlines from the Asbury Park Press, Brooklyn Times-Union, and Jackson Clarion-Ledger.

The ensuing police investigation ultimately pronounces Weir's death accidental, exacerbated by the fact that he was "heavily intoxicated" at the time of the fall. The Daily News spelled it out in its inimitable style:


During Prohibition, liquor was easy to find in Tudor City. See our earlier post here.

July 7, 2019

Residents: PAM DAWBER

Dawber and Robin Williams in Mork and Mindy.

Today's resident of note is Pam Dawber, sitcom star and Manor tenant. Her life, in bullet points:

✯  Born in Detroit, 1951. Begins her career as a fashion model in New York, represented by the Wilhelmina agency. Rents an apartment in the Manor in the mid-1970s.

✯  Her focus turns to acting. In 1978, virtually unknown, she lands a starring role opposite equally unknown Robin Williams in a new TV series, Mork and Mindy, playing the comedic foil  ‒ and eventual love interest ‒ of an extraterrestrial from the planet Ork. The show is an instant hit, propelling both actors to stardom.

✯  Adopts a bi-coastal lifestyle, much in vogue at the time. Interviewed by the Daily News, she explains "I commute between here and Los Angeles. I lease my Tudor City apartment to [actor] Bob Lipton, and he rents his LA home to me. It works out real fine."

✮  After the series ends in 1982, she appears in other sitcoms, most notably My Sister Sam. Marries actor Mark Harmon in 1987, her television roles becoming less frequent since then.
Dawber's life summarized on magazine covers.

Thank you to Paige Judge for the tip!

July 3, 2019


Another entry in our Inquiring Fotographer series, wherein Tudor Citizens sound off on the pressing issues of the day to Jimmy Jemail, the Daily News' inquiring fotographer. Today's selections all date from the 1960s.




More about the Inquiring Photographer column here.

June 30, 2019

Five Minutes of Your Lunch Hour

Today, a look at a very early ad for Tudor City that ran in April, 1927.

Snappily headlined "5 Minutes of Your Lunch Hour Will Do It," the ad urges readers to drop by and "visualize the lovely park now being created, the tall buildings, the quiet streets and the pleasant river views. Realize that all this is to be in the best Park Avenue manner."

What's unusual about the ad is the illustration ‒ not the typical artist rendering of the finished product, but rather a sketch of The Manor and No. 45 in the process of going up, girders and all. The French Company was renting the buildings from plans.

See it blown up, below.

June 26, 2019

TUDOR CITY, the Racehorse

Owners Debbie and John Breslin, jockey Fran Berry, and Tudor City.
Surfing the web recently, we came to the startling discovery that Tudor City is not only the name of a Manhattan residential colony, but also the name of an Irish bay gelding. Meet Tudor City, the racehorse.

The internet yields only the most basic information about our namesake. Tudor City was born in Ireland in 2012, the son of Yeats, his sire, and She's Our Mare, his dam. Trained by A.J. Martin, he's been run 37 times with 4 wins and 11 places.
Tudor City may be best known for the dramatic shot above, regarded as one of the top sports photographs of 2017. It shows our hero charging past a fallen competitor to go on to win the race at the Fairyhouse Easter Festival in Ratoath, Ireland.