The Elusive Mr. Hearst

The first time I saw him I was standing at the Top of the Rock (which I might say has a better view than the Empire State Building - for all those tourists out there, which I once was). Looking out over the sea of facades he stood out, brightest of all. The light was glimmering through the New York City smog and reflected off his triangular glazing. I was instantly hooked, love at first sight.

Since then it's only been admiring from afar. I catch glimpses and stories here and there. Hearst is like my Mr. Big. He's much older - over 80 - and he's got class a top that classic foundation. I know the story. That site was always meant to be a grand building towering over 8th Ave, but in 1927 they couldn't have dreamt up this stud.

Six-stories of grandiose entrance space - a shell of something that once stood as an icon - is the seam that binds the old with the new. The large structural steel elements that inhabit the atrium like pillars of determination combined with the enormous amount of natural light and subtle burble of the water feature are enough to melt a girl's heart.

I've always tried to stay away from such private men, ahem, buildings, it's too hard to get inside and know what they're really made of. But, I can't help myself, I'm infatuated. I long to see what offices are hidden in such a pristine exterior, but it's just not meant to be at this time in our lives. I had my chance once, but I missed it.

Every year there's an event in New York that opens private buildings, such as Hearst Tower, to the public. Some have guided tours, some you can wander through yourself, but it's the best way to see what gems are hidden in the big city. About two years ago I thought I was in. Open House New York would be my chance, my true chance to get close, see him for myself. I could finally see if there was more to love beyond the polished exterior. But, before the time slots were even announced it was fully booked - that's how indemand he is!

Now, when I catch myself around Columbus Circle, sometimes I'll deliberately take the long route to the Blue line. I'll wander past and as I look up in wonder at such a handsome building my heart skips a beat. Sometimes I'll even catch his reflection on buildings unexpectedly - there's one on 57th between 8th and Broadway that reflects him just at dusk on a clear night.

So, I'm forced to keep my fingers crossed that someday I'll get my chance to see what he's really like. Unitl then our love affair continues, Mr. Hearst...