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Apartment Life: 15 of the Worst Things About Neighbors

April 17th, 2015 - By Meg Butler
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What’s the worst thing about neighbors? Sometimes it feels like there’s too many frustrations to pick from!

How to Create an Olivia Pope Inspired Home – Behind The Scenes of Episode 4 | Home Savvy

October 17th, 2013 - By jade
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In the latest episode of Home Savvy, our host Patrice J. Williams showed you how to steal the look of Olivia Pope’s scandal apartment and she also showed you a few energy saving tips as well.



Director of Photography, Bryon Summers, adjusting his tripod to the appropriate level to get the perfect shot!


Patrice is getting ready for her final reveal of products that were selected in the episode.



It’s Handled! How to Create an Olivia Pope Inspired Ambience in Your Home!

October 17th, 2013 - By jade
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Today’s episode is super scandalous because we’re showing you how to steal the look of Olivia Pope’s Scandal apartment for your own home. Make sure you watch the full episode to find out how you can win a $200 Gift Card to The Home Depot.




Must Be Nice! Rihanna Is Allegedly Renting An NYC Apartment For $39K…Per Month!

October 12th, 2013 - By Drenna Armstrong
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When you work hard and are successful, you want often want to buy yourself something really nice. In this case, Rihanna is allegedly renting an NYC apartment in an up and coming neighborhood for $39,000 per month!

According to the New York Daily News, the singer’s new digs are in an apartment building right on the border of Chinatown and SOHO in Manhattan.  The Lafayette Avenue building has some pretty high priced units and this particular duplex was actually on the market for over $14 million, but Rihanna was able to rent it at a much more reasonable price.

The loft apartment, located on the 11th and 12th floors of the building, has four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and a 2,4000 square foot wraparound terrace with fabulous views of the city.

It also has a six foot deep bath tub in the master bathroom that gives a direct view of the Empire State Building.

Of course, the building itself has a full-time doorman and likely many other amenities.

I know you’re probably thinking, “Why not just buy a place if you’re going to spend that kind of money?” Well, if Rihanna wants to stop staying at hotels while in the city, but wants a more “home-y” feeling, this makes sense. If the place is hers, Rihanna is getting a much better deal for the place rather than buying it. Plus, her primary residence is in Los Angeles.

While neither real estate broker Dana Power nor Rihanna’s reps would comment to confirm, the News has posted pictures. Check it out here!

Landlord Loopholes: Issues To Consider When Renting An Apartment

August 19th, 2013 - By Blair Bedford
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There are plenty of ways an independent landlord could get over on you as a tenant. Knowing your rights as a tenant could pay off big and protect you from a money-hungry landlord. Perfect example of this: A 30-year old Harlem, NY tenant is paying only $1 a month (yes, only $1!)  for his two-bedroom apartment because of a loophole he found that his landlord did not overturn, DNAinfo New York online reported.

Make sure you are well-informed and knowledgeable about these main factors of renting from an owner before it becomes an financial and legal issue.

Chic Condo To Cul De Sac: 9 Factors To Consider When Moving To The ‘Burbs

August 17th, 2013 - By Blair Bedford
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Thinking about moving to the suburbs to finally get your white picket fenced-in home with all the trimmings? Since the mid-2000ss, African-American professionals and families are making a major migration from the big city to the suburban South. As major cities like Chicago, Washington D.C. and Atlanta still remain home to some of the largest population of African-Americans, the decline in African-American city dwellers, many of whom are young, wealthy black professionals, has reached 20 percent in the last decade alone, according to a 2010 U.S. Census.

Make sure you consider a few of these financial, economical and residential factors of living away from the city and on the outskirts.

What’s Mine is Ours: Nine Ways To Handle Finances With Roommates

January 18th, 2013 - By Blair Bedford
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Maybe you don’t have the luxury of your own apartment or home at the moment, especially with the economy’s job market and the rising living costs in many metropolitan cities. Even in college, many of us have lived in a roommate situation, where things like space, bills, and finances are shared amongst two, three or even four other people.

If you are preparing yourself to live in a roommate-style situation or already found yourself living with others, make sure you keep in mind a few tips on how to handle the finances of this tricky living situation.

Get It Together Or Get Out! 9 Things Roommates Do That Annoy You

December 1st, 2012 - By Esi Mensah
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Did you ever live on campus with a roommate? Move in with a best friend? Or even live with someone you met on Craigslist? Well, if you fall into any one those categories, you’ve definitely experienced your share of annoying roommate habits! Here are some of the most annoying roommate habits that will make you go crazy!

There’s No Place Like Home? Not When You Move Into An Apartment From Hell

November 2nd, 2012 - By Brande Victorian
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Trying to find an apartment in New York City when you don’t live in the city is a nightmare — not that trying to find an apartment in New York City when you’re in New York City is much easier. But unless you have a lot of money and a broker who actually wants to earn his 15% commission, you’re going to end up sacrificing some of those things that would be considered normal amenities in any other city in America just to put a decent roof over your head.

I already knew these things when I was preparing to move back to the city in July. I was given about 60 days from the time I accepted my job offer to find a place and relocate, but in New York speak, since landlord’s here do not hold places for people, I had about two weeks. As the weeks in my search passed by and I was running out of time without being able to do a quick find-an-apartment weekend trip, my search came down to two options. One was sharing an expensive apartment in a new condo-style building in Brooklyn. My roommate would be a 45-year-old man who told me once he installed a kitchenette in the bedroom I’d be renting, which already had its own bathroom, it was expected that I would not be in any of the common areas of the apartment, i.e. the state-of-the-art chef-style kitchen or the enormous living room and balcony. The other option was a more modest Jr. 1-bedroom apartment in Harlem across the street from my last place that was owned by my previous management company and that I had a friend of mine visit twice to check out. I went with Harlem.

When I moved in, things were cool. I already knew the neighborhood so I wasn’t expecting to be grabbing Sunday brunch with friends in the area. But I also wasn’t expecting to be dealing with what I will call “special” neighbors, cat burglars, and other critters, literally.  The first time I became a bit suspicious of my dwelling was when my super, who was also my super at my last place, gave me the rundown on my neighbors. He told me a couple of the apartments on my floor were empty besides the quiet guy to the left of me and the old lady on the right who I didn’t have to worry about — just don’t loan her money. When he said that I thought, I don’t ever plan on that being a discussion we would have. But just the next week we were having a completely different one.

When I received an email notification that my package from Target had been delivered I was prepared to have to pick it up from the local post office because of it’s size. What I wasn’t prepared for was the lady to the right of me yelling “hey. hey I have your package ” when I came home. Part of me was happy I wouldn’t have to go to the post office now, the other half was like, umm I don’t know you and I didn’t ask you to do this. What was also uncomfortable was that my neighbor, whose name I still don’t know, would not allow me to enter her apartment and get my package, she insisted on carrying it out to me. Fine, I understand wanting your privacy, despite the fact that we’re talking about the same woman who basically took my property, but when she wouldn’t even stop at the door to set my box down and instead pushed her way into my place, I was on edge. She commented on how nice my place was and all I could think was, if this lady breaks in my apartment and sells my stuff for cash it’s going to be on.

Thankfully, that never happened. What did happen was me essentially telling her to STFU one night when she wouldn’t stop yelling uncontrollably. At first I thought the woman was hurt, so I peeped my head out the door. Then I realized she was just babbling nonsensically, and annoyed I slammed my door shut. She decided to do the same, which prompted me to look in the hall again. This time two males that I’ve seen in her place before were in the hallway. One began to explain to me that she was off her meds, the other thought she was on drugs. My neighbor then peaked her head out saying she was screaming because I slammed my door when all I had to do was ask her to be quiet. Not one to pick a fight with crazy, I asked her to be quiet. She said okay, closed the door, and went back to yelling about being under investigation by the FBI. At that point I didn’t need anyone to explain anything to me: that chick cray.

Much to my misfortune, she’s not the only oddball in my place. Last Monday as I came home my male neighbor to the left stopped me to ask if I’m the “one who’s singing all the time.” Embarrassed and apologizing for being too loud, he said he wasn’t bothered at all and thought I sounded great. He then gave me his name and introduced himself. I said thank you and went inside my apartment and thought nothing else of him. At 11:30 pm, my doorbell rang. Knowing no one was there to see me, I ignored it and thought it might be an accident. A minute later, the bell rang again so I tip-toed out of bed to look through the peep hole. Apparently I wasn’t light enough on my feet because my neighbor, in his yellow flannel pajamas, announced “It’s James. The neighbor you met before.” With my mind in Law & Order SVU mode, I asked him what he needed and that’s when 50-year-old, wild about the eyes James said he needed to talk. I told him no, said I was going to bed, and then I grabbed my fuchsia Komachi knife and laid it by the bed thinking I’ll be damned if that negro tries to get me without a fight.

Two days later, there was a different intruder I had to worry about. After coming home late from work last Wednesday I grabbed some food on the way to my place and simply planned to shower, eat, have a cocktail, and pass out. Unfortunately, when I walked in my bedroom and turned on the light I found a stray cat sitting in my bed. Yes, a stray cat nestled in my streets. Startled, and wondering if I’d just relived a scene from Jumanji, you know when the kids find a lion on their bed, I simply backed out of the apartment, called my super, and hoped I was hallucinating. I was not. When my super entered my place he looked in my bedroom and there the disgusting orange stray cat I take precautions not to even walk by on the street because it looks so gross, sashayed his or her arse out of my place and gave me a look like “you’re lucky I feel like leaving” as it walked by me. I haven’t been back to my place since.

I could write off that last situation as the random dealings of an ally cat so determined to find shelter it spent hours biting and clawing it’s way through the side of my AC window expander, but because I skipped over the part where my property manager’s neglect  to close the holes I noticed the day I moved in resulted in a rodent infestation  I don’t feel like I have to explain myself. Two hotel stays and a week on a friend’s couch later, I’m mustering up the courage to return to my literal hell hole tomorrow without having to cut a mother effer– which in this case could mean a stray animal, my crazy neighbor, or my landlord who doesn’t understand the concept of peace of mind and why I’m hell bent on breaking my lease. Despite the great things that have happened since moving back to NY, this is one of those times where I can’t help but ask myself, where did I go wrong?

Have you ever had a sucky apartment situation?

Rentless Roommate: Getting Rid of Rodents When You’re a Gal Living Alone

December 6th, 2011 - By MN Editor
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Ugh. I’m originally from the suburbs, so when I lived at home, if you heard someone had a mouse or some roaches crawling around their crib, the perception was that your living quarters were less than clean and that you might just be residing in a space that looks like something off of Hoarders. Like I said, I’m from the suburbs–I’m just used to deer, crazy squirrels, murderous raccoons and even slimy possums, so until recently, if you showed me mouse poop on a counter I would have thought it was Oreo cookie crumbs. But I decided to move to the city. Sounded like such a good idea until I saw my first big roach crawling in a Popeye’s bag I left out right after I moved in. It got a whole lot little worse when after cooking chicken in the kitchen a mouse ran from underneath my oven. Like I said, moving in the city seemed like it should have been a good idea…

No, but seriously, even the fanciest places can wind up with mice–there’s just so many people residing close to one another in the city. If you’re like me and aren’t familiar with this hardcore form of pest and rodent (and spent many years getting over a spider fear–now they aren’t ish), then knowing there is a critter or two, or three in the your place is probably freaking you out and making you want to run out of the house. Don’t. As my mom said to me, “Where are you going to go!?” After contacting my landlord and being crafty with some ammonia and a few spare rolled up rugs, I got some help with my situation. I can’t say that I’ll never see a mouse in my crib again, but with all the steel wool and closed up holes around now, it will sure as hell have a hard time coming in.