Cooper Square Dichotomy

As the noxious Cooper Square Hotel further unfurls its wings over the Bowery like a giant robotic moth, I strolled by its gaping maw entry-way yesterday to have a gander. As I did, shoving my slim-lined double-stroller (loaded for bear with my two petulant young'uns) past the sneery staffers, I glanced up its grand stairwell. Incongruously framed by the opening at the top of the stairs was a strange sight. Right in the epicenter of this priapic pillar of avarice was an old fashioned laundry-line. A nice little taste of the old neighborhood flavor, although probably not the first image architect Carlos Zapata had in mind to greet his hotel's patrons.