In your imagination, please try to put the listing broker in the picture.
Young, dark and handsome, he is casually dressed, but not inappropriately so for such a neighborhood. It is far west in Chelsea, and he’s holding an open house on a pleasant day nearly two weeks ago.
Now imagine him leaning a book on the counter of the pass-through, with his head bent to capture every written word. I ask him what he is reading and he mumbles something unintelligible. I decide not to pursue the matter. Continue reading