The Dakota

Books
After feverishly reading Robert Rosen's updated 15th anniversary eBook edition of Nowhere Man: The Final Days of John Lennon
Home & Living
Take a look at some photos of Bacall's former apartment below. Edwardson told HuffPost Home via email that “No furniture
Entertainment
He'd been instructed to remove his boots in the elevator. Most of John and Yoko's apartment was fitted with white carpeting. A foyer door opened, and there stood ... John and Yoko. Boi-oi-oing!
Entertainment
I knew what the odds were when we started (though, of course, I was convinced I could beat them). I'd heard the horror stories from filmmakers I'd interviewed over the years: unscrupulous and inept producers, financiers and film companies, and so forth.
TV & Film
While Lenz was showing the building, and a three-bedroom apartment therein, to a prospective couple, she shared some of the
New York
Ever want to live in the Dakota? Yes, you have. The apartment overlooks Central Park and has been incredibly restored to
Entertainment
Thirty years after John Lennon's death, HuffPost bloggers remember the man, the music, and the legacy.
Entertainment
In the fall of 1974, I got a check for $15 written on the account of John Lennon. Almost all of my friends insisted that I couldn't cash it. I did. But I cherish the memory of opening that envelope.
New York
Bow Bridge by Arienne Davey The Sherry Netherland bows to the Plaza, which returns the gesture on the southern park border
New York
As late as 1970 no apartment sale in New York had ever exceeded $1,000,000. At today's River House, indeed, there is none for less.
New York
Except for having no golf course, the River Club at 447 East 52nd Street is as close to a country club as one could find in the middle of New York City.
Entertainment
"There's no simple answer to who John Lennon was. Sure, he was a great leader and a peacenik; on the other hand, he was an incredibly violent, narcissistic guy. That was the other side of him, and people just don't want to hear that."
Style & Beauty
1890, by Sargent I was often ordered. So that stolen hours spent in my room pouring over dozens of books borrowed from the