I Have A Feeling We're Not In New York Anymore

HUDSON YARDS is a billionaire’s fantasy city, where nothing is ever dirty and everything works, where you can live your PERFECT LIFE and never have to leave— provided you can pay for it.

- Justin Davidson

ON A DAY when the cold makes the skyline snap into focus as if you’re seeing it through new lenses, Hudson Yards seems more virtual than real. Jagged and reflective, the five new towers have a high-definition clarity that the physical world mostly lacks. At a distance, the tallest looks like a high-browed robotic duck with a beak so generous you could almost land a helicopter on it. That’s the outdoor observation deck, which juts out 65 feet and comes to a point 1,100 feet above the street. From here—or better yet, from the set of bleachers that allows you to peer over the glass railing—I can look down on the Empire State Building. I can behold the wide screen, high-res view of a New York more orderly and wondrous than the one most of us live in. The space won’t open for another year, but I can already see the over-the-top weddings in the party room upstairs, where guests can dance far, far above the stink and mess below. An adventurous few will be able to take a dedicated elevator even further up to the pointed peak, don a harness, climb out on a catwalk in the open air, and howl into the wind.