••• “Step inside the Greenwich Hotel, where the renowned Belgian antiques dealer Axel Vervoordt has introduced modest luxury by way of a three-story penthouse created in his own wabi-sabi aesthetic. [Wabi-sabi is] a Japanese philosophy that embraces humility at its core; Vervoordt explains it as a way of saying ‘thank you’ to nature (wabi means ‘sober refinement’ and sabi means ‘patina’).” Unlike the Hollywood types likely to stay there on junkets, “The elements of a wabi-sabi space often appear simple or rustic and show signs of age; a reminder of the transience and imperfection of all things.” The photos are by François Halard. —T Magazine

••• Serious Eats profiles Mangez Avec Moi chef Jeannie Ongkeo, specifically how she she cooks food from her native Laos.

••• Curbed says it has “the world’s first in-color, non-historic-photo look” at 443 Greenwich, but they all seem like renderings to me…?

••• An Eater critic and his Mexican-food-experts friends went to El Vez—looking for authenticity?!—and were disappointed.

••• Inside the Stuyvesant Community Center. (That’s not an Olympic-sized pool, by the way. It’d have to be 50 meters long, not 25.) —Downtown Post NYC

••• Independence Plaza North is cited by the New York Times as “an object lesson for the city in the challenges of preserving the affordability of subsidized housing.” Which is great, but then Ginia Bellafante had to make yet another pissy generalization about Tribeca, calling it “a temple of hedge-fund wives migrating between 6,000-square-foot lofts and SoulCycle.” Wait, I know who she’s talking about….

••• The New York Times spends a Sunday with D.J. Whoo Kid, who lives in Battery Park City. Here’s a choice tidbit—maybe Ginia should investigate. “I’m a little spoiled with being famous and getting free stuff, so I only wear stuff once. I’ll wear a T-shirt once and just leave it in the hotel. Sneakers, I’ll leave ’em. Cause Nikes, when they bend, in our world, in hip-hop, you look like a bum if it’s bent. White people don’t care. You can wear dirty sneakers and you’re a billionaire, but in my world, dirty sneakers don’t look cool. And Instagram is so vicious that if I like a sweater, I can’t wear it a few times, because people will say, I saw you with that sweater last Wednesday. So Instagram gave me this lifestyle where I can’t wear the same thing again. So I’ll just throw it on the floor and let my cleaning lady take care of it.”

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