Tasteful Friends - WTF Faye Dunaway

Who the hell would want this?

Amazing that the building approved those incongruous windows.

When originally there was something like this...

Faye is nuts. Don't we know that by now????

OP, I'm bumping your thread. There's not enough outrage here.

Faye has destroyed the city.

That is like smearing red paint across the pyramids at Giza. Like knifing the Mona Lisa.

Don't cry out loud, OP.

Just keep it inside, and learn how to hide your feelings.

But what if he falls, r7?

That apartment is trapped in the 70s.

Thish ish sho shcandaloush I could shpit!

She felt entitled to ruin the facade of a building that thousands of people see every day

But wait... she also had that rent control apartment on the UES that she recently lost. When did she ruin this one?

She didn't have enough money for proper windows.

How many places are going to be considered ruined like this with all this open concept shit.

Take a look at her teeth. She has taste for shit.

When it comes to Faye, you usually can't look at anything but her teeth. She did this renovation in 1969.

Well, she tore down that BITCH of a bearing wall and put a window where it OUGHT to be.

She should never have Dunaway with the original windows.

Talk about needed reparations

Wow, those are some long teeth.

About the windows, she probably thought the original framed panes blocked the view and wanted no obstructions.

That's like like painting shorts on the statue David, giving Jesus a haircut, or drawing mustaches on the faces in The Raft of the Medusa by Théodore Géricault. Simply blasphemous. Doesn't anyone have any respect anymore?

The rent-controlled Upper East Side walk-up drama.

Wherever she hangs her hat is home, if it means cheaper rent.

There is a weird solution to the problem of the older windows "blocking" the views. When the interiors of the windows are painted white, they almost totally disappear. The black really makes you notice the window and not what's beyond it. When they're white inside you really notice the views.

Paula McDonald is fabulous. She runs a Manhattan design/build firm and does regular YouTube videos of her work. They very high quality renovations to prewar apartments and the videos are much more professional than your standard YouTube channel. Here's a clip of her after renovating Meredith Viera's apartment in this same building. She has gut renovated many apartments in the building and several can be seen on her channel.

the landmarks commision was headed by a foreigner, educated overseas,for years.

R17.

I lived on her street before the rent-controlled fiasco and I would stop in at the bodega on the corner and the owner would love to tell me about all the times she would call shrieking about some order she’d need delivered “right away”. One time she was on the phone when I was there - I could actually hear her voice, that’s how loud she was talking (demanding?) - and when he hung up it was like he’d just seen a ghost. Amazing.

For most of my life I'd only ever seen her in Dunston Checks In with her, Paul Reubens and Rupert Everett. Rupert Everett and his orangutan check into a luxury hotel owned by Faye. When the orangutan gets loose she hires exterminator Paul Reubens.

Faye Checks Out (when her rent-control scam is exposed)

Will someone please scold her in public? And ask for monkey’s contact info....

At least that movie was better than [italic]Ed[/italic]. Did everybody from [italic]F(r)iends[/italic] make a pact to make the worst movies their agents could find them in the summer of 1995 after their unprecedentedly horrible show inexplicably (other than white racism and Greek and Italian Mafia influence) became a hit?

Faye's to-go order was wrong at an LA restaurant, and she pulled up in her car and threw the bag against the glass front door and peeled out.

R31 Well, that is funnier than Dunston Checks In.

WHAT IS THE FISH OF THE DAY?

It's even worse from this angle. I would've assumed there was some kind of damage, and this was there while a new set of windows was about to arrive.

How did you find out Faye did this?

I stumbled upon the photo in r1 in a Google image search and immediately knew exactly what I was looking at. Then I searched Google for Faye Dunaway Eldorado and found additional photos to confirm. Those windows have stuck out at me for a decade. I just Googled again and apparently Charles Gwathmeys firms is still advertising his work on this apartment 50 years after the renovation and 10 years after his death. It manages to look so terribly 80s but it was 1969.

Ron Howard's more Tastefully renovated full tower floor apartment in the building.

I love Paula's renovations. She does love her radiator covers

Oh r37. She does. And her drawers that wrap around pipes.

The wrap-around drawers were ingenious. One of those "why has nobody ever thought of this" moments. I guess the cutting must be custom for each installation & that puts it in a narrow price bracket. I've always hated the "fake top two drawers" of most vanities.

OP here. Again. Gotta say. Kyra Sedgwick and Kevin Bacon were forced to sell everything except their Eldorado apartment when they lost their life savings to Bernie Madoff. They said they got through the difficult times by just having lots of sex because it was free.

I'll admit they're ingenious. They seem frau-ish to me. I just imagine the nightmare scenario of needing just those extra few inches of storage space because some woman has cluttered up every little inch of a vanity. My mother would love it.

Oh I just realized Faye blew out the damn walls!

How did the condo board not put a stop to this? My condo board & management office is full of prison wardens. Every vendor (aside from "the help") needs to be registered with a certificate of insurance, statement of work, and possible approval from the board if it involves any common elements. Windows are all classified as partial common elements (we've had window drama - though nothing like this).

Granted it was an unthoughtful and selfish renovation that never should have been approved but I love this apartment. Open with great views and light. It reminds me abit of Ralph Lauren’s 5th ave apartment.

It slightly reminds me of this place across the park in Brooke Astor's building. A long time ago someone did a fantastic ultramodern renovation of an apartment in an exquisitely traditional building and it's perfection.

R44. Yes this apartment is the way to live nowadays in those grand co-ops.

Fenestration. I'd never thought that topic would appear on DL!

I love how the NY Times says basically that the rental agent wouldn't be making any reference to Miss Runaway as the target audience wouldn't know who she was!

The renovation was done by Charles Gwathmey, a disciple of the great french architect Le Corbusier. Miss Dunaway was the FIRST to use him for a private apartment, thus paving the way for him to become the darling of people in the biz. She felt his work had a softness to it, a lot of curves that she thought were sculptural and beautifull and yet had a density to it as well.

The perfect surounding to look for Gatsby,her sanity ore grand an interview....

NEW YORK November 20, 1987 -- Her arms swinging, cigarette in hand, Faye Dunaway cuts across the flagstone floor of her New York apartment, the spikes of her high heels exploding like they were rigged with firecrackers. The apartment, which looks out over the reservoir from high up on Central Park West, is spacious, cluttered, lived-in. It's decorated (by Charles Gwathmey), but not in grand palais diva-style regal. It's more Milanese modernismo. Cassette tapes are scattered everywhere. Bowie. The Pretenders. Suzanne Vega. It looks like what it is: a place where a woman lives with her kid. Still, it provides Dunaway with plenty of runway for takeoff.

Faye Dunaway likes to make an entrance. And those strides of hers eat up a lot of ground. Before hitting her mark, though, there's a brief flourish offstage, a gargle of voices, a ruffling of the curtain, and then ... CLICK!CLICK!CLICK!CLICK! ... there she is, wearing a bright scarlet miniskirt and matching jacket, standing in front of the sofa.

"You're in my seat, kiddo!"

Faye Dunaway isn't your ordinary, everyday, garden-variety star. Dunaway is like a force of nature, a nimbus of temperament, a hurricane. Emotions -- big emotions -- pour out of her. Drama pours off of her. There's drama in the way she lights a cigarette -- which she does repeatedly, one after another -- drama in the way she laughs (head thrown back, the sound somewhere between a cough and a burst from a machine gun -- hoarse, robust, full of nervous intensity). Just sitting there on the sofa she's dramatic.

Thanks for the read r47. It's a shame she couldn't stay longer. I can't imagine getting evicted from a 1k/mo rent controlled apartment and meanwhile your old apartment that you bought for pennies in the 60s is now easily worth $10 million dollars.

Easy too clean when those two were done partying.

Helga

...who left for being shouted at after she mopped strange lines of white dust off the glass table

From article at r47 -

[quote]"In those movies," Dunaway says, "I think people could have said, 'Where is she in this? What does this have to do with her?' At the time I thought, 'I don't know what I'm doing here. There's nothing of me here. It's not who I am.'”

Meanwhile, costar Rutanya Alda releases a memoir detailing how loathsomly selfish and self involved FD was to work with!

Actually r50 Faye doesn't come across that bad in those diaries of Alda's. Alda just exaggerates it all for interviews. I read the book and Faye had a few ego trips but nothing major. (What is interesting though is how in the chapters on The Deer Hunter Alda never even mentions M. I'm guessing she may have been a bit jealous of the future Best Supporting Actress nominee for the film that wasn't her.)

To be fair, Courtney Love first spotted and circled this error, years ago.

When she was married to Peter Wolf she used to sit in a dark corner of the Ritz bar drinking and drugging herself into oblivion, smoking a thousand cigs a day. You could smoke in bars back then, they didn't pretend they were health clubs.

Where is/was the Ritz bar?

Downtown Boston, R54. It doesn't exist anymore. The hotel/condo buildings were sold and re-named The Taj or something equally godawful. I went to that Ritz my whole childhood and I wouldn't be caught dead there now.

There's a Four Seasons across the street. It's perfectly acceptable.

Those choppers at R16. I never noticed them before. Why, Faye, why?

R9 - Just like the men of Data Lounge.