(Source: New Yorker Magazine, By Lauren Collins)
- One recent evening, in the barrens of the Financial District, the hotelier André Balazs was throwing a party for an imaginary friend. His name was William Beaver, in reference to the downtown intersection upon which Balazs is building William Beaver House, a fifty-two-story condominium ?specially designed,? its promotional materials assert, ?for New York?s highest achievers.?
