I feel when you walk into somebody’s apartment on Fifth Avenue or house in Malibu and you see a Basquiat, a Warhol, a Richard Prince, you say to yourself, ‘$700,000, $2.2 million, $350,000…’ To me that is completely uninteresting. I’d rather go to a house where there’s great art and I have no idea who the work is by.
I put a list together. It was like: Get health insurance, get a car, get a bigger apartment, travel more, get a record deal, get a publishing deal, sell 10,000 units, be a part of a No. 1 album, make a million dollars. I got to check off 90 percent of the stuff last year. I hit some serious landmarks in 2015.
That wasn’t a bad price for a first book. My agent upped it as much as possible. I was 27 and had nothing behind me. I was working like a fool to earn a living and pay for my apartment.
I grew up in Burbank – but not the Burbank of valet parking and TV studios. In the late 1950s, there was a small apartment complex on Elmwood Avenue that rented mostly to families on welfare. I lived there from age 3 to 11 and again from 14 to 18 with my mother, Shirley, and my younger sister, Toni.
I did live in New York. Yeah, I moved to L.A. for ‘Community.’ And I gave up my apartment in New York.
When you own an apartment in NewYork, it’s important to know what’s happening in your building. Each building runs as its own little municipal town. Much like you might be interested in knowing what is happening in your town because it has a direct effect on the value of your property.
My bedroom was my executive office. Buyers came to my apartment and that’s where they saw the collections.
I keep a very cold apartment – I tend to crank my AC just about as low as it can go. I sleep with a big, warm comforter, even during the summer, and just burrow underneath it.
When I got to New York, I had no place to sleep. The pay from ‘Sesame Street’ wasn’t enough to rent an apartment. I was staying on people’s couches. I stayed in the dressing room until they found out. I stayed with Jim Henson and his family for a week, and I wanted to do that permanently. I didn’t dare ask, though.
With apologies to all my past boyfriends, I never loved a man the way I loved my old apartment.
Startups are now creating specialized 3-D printers capable of producing everything from synthetic hamburgers to multi-story apartment buildings.
After school, I got a job in a shop in Hollywood and shared an apartment with a friend. I promptly lost my job and got evicted from my apartment, and that happened several times.
I find myself for whatever reason unable to live in the apartment I renovate and have to sell.
Apartment living is tough action. Just the whole idea that you share a washer and dryer always freaked me out.
I spend so much time in Los Angeles and normally stay at a corporate apartment when shooting ‘Top Chef: Just Desserts,’ but when I have the chance to stay somewhere more luxurious, I love The Montage in Beverly Hills.
My mother gave up everything for me. In Yekaterinburg, she had a job and an apartment in the centre of the city and her whole life. And in Moscow – nothing.
Let’s take Taylor Swift. She lives in a huge beautiful apartment; she gets limo-ed everywhere. She’s not seeing what it means to live in New York.
I can write anywhere that’s quiet. I have a study in my apartment, but I often work in the kitchen of a house that we rent in the country.
Years ago I wanted to buy an apartment in New York City. I was a single female – I had gone through my divorce – I had three children, I was in show business and black. It was, like, impossible.
The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.
Practically every time I speak up at a school conference, a political event, or my apartment building association’s annual meeting, I’m met with a display of someone else’s superior intelligence.
I once spent an entire night in a hotel in New York looking across the way into someone’s apartment where nothing was happening but daily life, a phone call, television watching, staring into the fridge. Seeing how those strangers lived over that small distance and in absolute silence moved me deeply.
I want witchcraft so bad that I can’t stand it. I have wands in my apartment. And I use them sometimes. I walk into the kitchen with my wand, and I come out with something on a platter and I say, ‘See, magic happens.’ Works every time.
In Naples, Fla., I met a self-made man, a multimillionaire, whose round penthouse apartment is home to Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Claude Monet, Henry Moore, and Mickey Mantle. He had purchased the most coveted items auctioned by the Mantle family at Madison Square Garden in December 2003.
I like to do Italian food on Sunday nights. We’ll either go somewhere, and the whole family will go, or we’ll stay in our apartment and watch a movie and enjoy one of the huge perks of living in New York City, which is that you can have anything delivered.
I will always look at my little Paris apartment with fond memories but I am too old to be sleeping on a futon bed!
I don’t work with anyone. I have no editors. I have no directors. There’s no one even holding the camera or anything. It’s just me in my apartment.
I was born in New York City on a cold January night when the water pipes in our apartment froze and burst. Fortunately, my mother was in the hospital rather than at home at the time.
It took a lot to understand that the interest in both writing a story and reading it is not in the objective dangers someone takes. You don’t have to fight snakes or wake up in a strange apartment to have a story; it’s about what goes on inside your mind and soul.
If my British film career was a girl, then I’d been hanging around outside her apartment a little bit too long.
People definitely wait outside my house, hotel, apartment, whatever, asking for hugs or autographs.
When I was in Enschende, beside my apartment there was a field with cows grazing in it. Then, I’m in Milan and discover Fashion Week, the restaurants, the clubs and only beautiful women.
After Hurricane Sandy, my family and I stayed in our apartment in lower Manhattan before things normalized. We’re lucky enough to live on a bit of high ground, so we weren’t flooded… but it was intense. Since there was no light, water, or electricity, I spent a lot of time playing acoustic guitar in the evenings.
When I was younger, we went to Ibiza a lot because my parents bought an apartment there. I feel like that has always stuck with me.
With my hours, I don’t hang out with anybody. I work and come home to my Upper West Side apartment.
I lived in New York for seven years, although I was always in denial about it. Even though I had an apartment there, I always pretended I was just visiting. I do love New York. But I’m a Londoner at heart.
I have a nice apartment now that’s all taken care of. I make my bed every day.
It’s important to have a place where you can recharge. Everybody’s is different, but I do think it should entail quiet because it needs to be where you hear your spirit most clearly. For me, that’s the prayer room in my apartment. And since my home is 700 square feet, I mean the coat closet near the front door.
There were some television sets back in the ’50s, but they were expensive. People would gather at the rich guy’s apartment down the hall to watch Milton Berle on his 10-inch black-and-white screen.
I grew up in the ‘hood around prostitutes, drug dealers, killers, and gangbangers, but I also grew up juxtaposed: On the doorknob outside of our apartment, there was blood from some guy who got shot; but inside, there was National Geographic magazines and encyclopedias and a little library bookshelf situation.
I had a mouse in my apartment and I couldn’t sleep for two nights. I hate mice. They move so fast.
It’s hard to go back to shooting contemporary apartment interiors after you shoot something like ‘Mudbound.’
When we were doing ‘My Three Sons,’ I appeared in the movie ‘The Apartment.’ I played a married businessman who kept a mistress on the side and treated her rather poorly. It was a good movie and a good role, and I thought it would be fun. But you should have seen the letters of protest I got over that.
I lived in the studio apartment that I bought for four years before I bought it in 1989, so I was already in it. I began living there in 1985, so I’ve had the same address and phone number since then.
I grew up in Russia. We had a telephone line, but a load of our neighbours didn’t. It became a shared resource for the whole apartment complex. People would come and knock on the door and ask to call their family in another city.
Anything nerd-wise, I have probably collected it, and it’s displayed in our apartment.
Being on a major label is like living at your friend’s parent’s mansion: It’s a lot nicer than any apartment we could afford, and the fridge is always full of food.
The first time I went to New York, I went with my first boyfriend, Clark. His dad had just bought an apartment in New York, and my dad dropped us off, and we were there for a week on our own. I must have been 15 or 16. I remember I went to Harlem and bought a goose jacket. That was the hip, hot thing.
I remember when I was in ‘Rent,’ Daphne Rubin-Vega threw a party. At the time, she had a loft in TriBeCa, and the elevator opened right into her apartment. I was like, ‘I’ve never seen anything like that.’ I didn’t know it was possible.
