
A view of the apartment that the broker in this post is trying to sell.
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