In the Guardian, Andrew C. Nelson takes note of the closed-door politics that are cluttering up Manhattan’s Midtown skyline with super-tall, super-skinny residential towers:
Any visitor to New York over the past few years will have witnessed this curious new breed of pencil-thin tower. Poking up above the Manhattan skyline like etiolated beanpoles, they seem to defy the laws of both gravity and commercial sense. They stand like naked elevator shafts awaiting their floors, raw extrusions of capital piled up until it hits the clouds.
