These are pix of Moby’s condo in Nolita (North Of Litle Italy), somewhere east of the Bowery.
Looks like a rather please place… I think I will one day tidy my apartment (North of Steinway Street) and take pix as well: the fragile intimacy if a virtual existence.
Meanwhile, Moby speaks of getting drunk and inviting everybody back to his place in Thursday’s New York Post.
read all about it here: