tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post1571131905864919481..comments2024-03-26T04:26:04.911-07:00Comments on Lost City: Coogan Building Remnants Found in City's Salvage WarehouseBrooks of Sheffieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18297071358029060908noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-80550127168266933912014-02-01T06:14:38.056-08:002014-02-01T06:14:38.056-08:00Having been quite involved in the battle to save t...Having been quite involved in the battle to save the Coogan Building in 99/2000 I find this all bitter sweet. I suppose its good to know that some pieces still remain ..but at the same time it is a reminder of the terrible loss and the rather cynical real estate game played by the City.First the de-landmarking as political pay off and then the City refusing to right their wrong, even at the 11th hour. There was no "hardship" and there never was at any phase of the struggle. The whole thing was disgraceful.<br />Laurence FrommerLamartineChelseahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10832446675236398681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-72712087404691306572013-02-02T10:32:23.175-08:002013-02-02T10:32:23.175-08:00I lived on the 4th floor of the Coogan building as...I lived on the 4th floor of the Coogan building as a kid from '75 to '77. I totally remember the creaky Elevator too! Our loft was so big i used to ride my skateboard across it to get to the bathroom. Sorry to the 3rd floor poster...My favorite memory was wandering through the flea market across the street on Saturdays.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06845522751552260626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-80871269940355534712012-12-11T09:09:15.196-08:002012-12-11T09:09:15.196-08:00Thanks so much for posting this. I was feeling no...Thanks so much for posting this. I was feeling nostalgic today and did a search on 55 W. 26th Street. I lived in the 5th floor loft of the Coogan Building from Nov '88 - Mar '89. It was an amazing space and spoiled me for NYC apartments for years to come. Many years later, a friend of my wife's moved into the high rise they built on that site - it was a wholly depressing experience to go in the new building. Soulless and unoriginal.Donny Kerabatsoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02502624202010781294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-44065331135563017842011-07-27T12:06:03.088-07:002011-07-27T12:06:03.088-07:00Thanks for the beautiful picture of 55 W. 26th St....Thanks for the beautiful picture of 55 W. 26th St. known to you as the Coogan building. I grew up there during the 70's in a 3500 square foot third floor loft with windows on three sides. It was beautiful space despite being much abused during it's period as a factory. The owner Leonard Adell did little to repair the damage and raised the rents substantially as loft living became an attractive whim to people who really did not need 3500 square feet to pursue their vocations.<br /> Our loft still had some oak paneling and marble sinks and the building had a beautiful feligree wrought iron passenger elevator that was operated with some sort of manual crank. <br /> My mother, a sculptor, has happy memories of making work there in the quiet of NYC nights of the seventies. You could walk several blocks on the weekends without seeing another soul.<br />I'd love to what exactly were those remnants from the building.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-31749859781064228012011-07-19T10:13:13.920-07:002011-07-19T10:13:13.920-07:00Thanks so much for reminding me of the Coogan in t...Thanks so much for reminding me of the Coogan in that old color photograph. In the mid-1980s while seeking an apartment, I auditioned for "roommate" status with an older, rent-controlled tenant in the Coogan. That's where I first learned how "roommate" was a euphemism for "subtenant" and for charging as much as possible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-30872204892565297352011-07-13T09:22:22.773-07:002011-07-13T09:22:22.773-07:00and so it goes...just returned from Copenhagen, wh...and so it goes...just returned from Copenhagen, where history in architecture flourishes. How did they pull that off? Oh, and no banks and druggists on every corner. I had to search for an ATM. Honor system on the subway, no turnstiles. Everyone rides bikes, most are unlocked on the street. We're fucked.Ken Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100185198750536244noreply@blogger.com