Lauren Wilcox Gets an 'A'

The Washington Post is running a must read feature entitled Stardust Memories, complete with photos. The piece looks at whether or not Woody Allen's NYC still exists, or ever existed in the first place.

Nothing of the previous era seemed to remain at all. This revelation was critical, I felt, to more than just this quarter-acre. It is practically the municipal pastime, mourning the disappearance of the "real" New York, but the question seemed fair: Did the "real" New York City, as Woody Allen saw it -- a place that for him always "existed in black and white, and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin," that "metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture," which he "romanticized all out of proportion" -- still exist? Had it ever existed at all?