Word: manhattanization
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Alice concentrated on clothing, at her worst spending up to $20,000 a year on shoes and dresses. Lucy, 43, vice president of an import company, lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan but has enough household furnishings to equip several families. "I have three sets of dishes for twelve," she ticks off, "20 vases, tons of place mats, tablecloths and stemware, and three or four sets of pots...
While the 80 million turntables in U.S. homes will ensure a lingering market for LPs, customers may have to scrounge for them on the back shelves of ! record stores. Says Teddy Allweil, manager of a Record Explosion shop in Manhattan: "After this Christmas, LPs are finished...
...what's this? The Manhattan pedestrian spots a banner flapping in the cold night wind: THE BILLIARD CLUB. Yet the scene beneath it is not a dimly lighted doorway, attended by a tattooed bouncer, but monstrous picture windows straight out of Trump Tower. Behind the glass, peacock feathers wave from porcelain planters. Within, fashionable men and women lay cues to green felt. A sticker at the door indicates that, yes, the club does take American Express. Welcome to the new world of pool...
...halls are back with a vengeance, with yuppies leading the way. New converts chalk their cues like old-timers and gladly shell out up to $10 an hour for tables, as classical music and the latest in jazz and rock play in the background. During the past 14 months, Manhattan has seen the opening of four plush pool palaces catering to upscale players. The Billiard Club, which opened in August and takes in an estimated 1,500 customers on weekends, has a downstairs Safari Room, where players shoot pool amid zebra skins, mounted sailfish and a stuffed bobcat. In Boston...
...possessed as I wandered the streets of midtown Manhattan questing after the appointment book that best reflected my station in life. I was briefly tempted by a Filofax until I remembered that all I needed was a datebook, not a new religion. And the Weight Watchers calendar just did not seem right for inscribing lunch engagements...