Toll Bros. sues contractors at One Northside Piers for $10 million

From left: Executive Chairman of the Board of Toll Brothers Robert Toll, L&M Development CEO Ron Moelis and One Northside Piers

Toll Bros. Sues Contractors at One Northside Piers for $10 million

The Real Deal April 13, 2012 06:15PM By Adam Pincus

From left: Executive Chairman of the Board of Toll Brothers Robert Toll, L&M Development CEO Ron Moelis and One Northside Piers

WG News + Arts reporter/columnist Phil DePaolo broke this story for WG in March 2011.   We’re proud of Phil because of the significant accomplishment it served for residents of our community.

Toll Brothers City Living, part of a development team that built the trendy but troubled Williamsburg condominium tower One Northside Piers, is suing two contractors for $10 million, claiming water is leaking around the 29-story building’s windows.

The lawsuit, filed yesterday in New York State Supreme Court, comes just over a year after the New York Post reported a group of tenants at the 177-unit building complained about “shoddy” construction. Toll Brothers at the time downplayed the allegations, although it acknowledged there were problems.

Pennsylvania-based Toll Brothers, along with L&M Development Partners and RD Management, were the developers and sponsors of the condominium building One Northside Piers, at 4 North 5th Street, which was completed in 2008.

The sponsors, under the formal name of the development entity Kent Avenue Property 1-B LLC, filed suit yesterday against the established Canadian firm Allan Window Technologies, as well as Kreisler Borg Florman General Construction, based in Scarsdale, N.Y., claiming the windows and their installation were defective.

The suit says the windows were warranted for seven years to be water tight and weather tight, but allegedly they are not.

A source familiar with the project said Allan Windows has attempted to repair the windows, but the results were not satisfactory, resulting in the suit.

“Owner has incurred and will continue to incur costs, expenses and losses associated with repair and/or replacement of the window wall systems in an amount in excess of $10 million,” the suit says.

Kenneth Roberts, a member of the law firm Cozen O’Connor, who represented the developers, declined to comment. Toll Brothers and L&M Development declined to comment. RD Management, Allan Windows and Kreisler Borg did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

Barry LePatner, a partner at the construction law firm LePatner & Associates who was not familiar with the suit, said with the decline in building activity, investigators from the state’s attorney general’s office have fewer new projects to oversee. That gives them more time to scrutinize the complaints that do arrive in general. As a result, sponsors want to show they are being proactive in fixing the problems, even as a suit such as this is an acknowledgment that the building has a major flaw.

“Developers like Toll want to show that they are doing the right thing by the people they are selling to when there is an obvious defect. They are doing the right thing, and in this kind of marketplace it is the smart thing to do,” LePatner said.

“Hollywood Boulevard” excerpt from debut novel

Hollywood Boulevard by Janyce Stefan-Cole Unbridled Books, April 10, 2012: Is the story of a successful actress who walked away, and her deeply personal journey to make sense of success, a journey that takes her to L.A.’s dark side, into noirish intrigue.

Hollywood Boulevard by Janyce Stefan-Cole (Unbridled Books, April 10, 2012): Is the story of a successful actress who walked away, and her deeply personal journey to make sense of success, a journey that takes her to L.A.’s dark side, into noirish intrigue.

Hollywood Boulevard
(an excerpt from the debut novel)
by Janyce Stefan-Cole

I was staring at another long hotel night, like looking through binoculars the wrong way. I opened up a carton of Trader Joe’s pumpkin soup, ate it with a glass of wine, washed the pot and bowl, and wondered what next. I killed some time going over neglected bank statements. I changed into a nightgown and was watching an old Bette Davis movie about a rich girl fooling around with mobster types, Fog over Frisco, when Andre came in at midnight. I think he must have been early. He slapped his phone down on the table and headed for the bottle of vodka in the freezer and one of the frozen glasses next to it. It must have been a bruising night.

“Get the shot you needed?” I called from the couch.

“Just,” he said downing the vodka and pouring out another, still standing. “Christ. The lighting people were going at it, taking all night. A simple shot. Christ.”

I was deciding whether I should shut the movie off, which I did not want to do; I was enjoying Bette. “But it came out all right?” I didn’t care if it did or not. I’m supposed to care, or at least act the part.

I knew he knew I was only being polite and would hate the cheapness of it. “Oh, stuff it,” he said, coming over to the couch. “Why didn’t you come down to the set?”

Things were turning foul; a squall was in the air. “I’m not ready for cameras…for that whole scene.”

“The camera would not be on you…” he said, not finishing his thought. A look of disgust surfaced and passed. “What is it you do all day?”

The question was out of bounds, and he knew it. What I did all day was an accounting that led inevitably back to what I had once done all day, and that led back to why I didn’t do it anymore. It was a question always hovering that we’d been dancing around for a long while; it was the DMZ we tacitly agreed to steer clear of at all costs. “I am going to bed,” he said to my silence. He shut the bedroom doors.

I turned off the television. “Good-night, Bette,” I said softly.

After his light went out I poured myself a brandy and went out onto the balcony, into the cold night air. The light was on in White Shirt’s garage; otherwise his house was dark. Most of the houses were dark. The hills looked like a village asleep. To the right, L.A. was eternally on: neon patches and low dark in-betweens, downtown lit up but not as much as New York’s downtown at night. A plane crawled silently across the sky.

Andre was never one for a good, meaty argument, not like Joe and I could go at it. He’s too aloof for that, or controlled. His passion is reserved for his work. I noticed our arguments were of shorter duration these days. They don’t resolve so much as peter out. Are we running out of ammo, the knives and darts growing dull, or are we tired or bored with the same old hurt? What is the same old hurt anyway between a man and a woman that the penis and vagina connecting does not bridge come the light of day or, better, lightless night? Some brief moment of tenderness soothing the ache?

I was wide awake. I already regretted agreeing to see Harry. Dammit! It was cold. Silver moonlight shone along the balcony rail. I leaned out to greet her majesty the moon, lying leisurely on her side, owning the night. I think it a form of sin to fail to greet the heavenly bodies when we encounter them. But what’s this? Leaning further out, bare feet and shoulders in my nightgown, the chill boring into my bones, my eyes glanced down to see a woman lift herself out of a large bed. I nearly gasped. The bed light shone on white-on-white linen, the same white sheets and white down quilt as on our bed. Flesh on white. I stood, rapt by the vision. Assuming the nymph had gone to the bathroom, I waited. After a minute I trotted soundlessly back inside for my cashmere shawl. “Naked girl exiting bed in still of night,” I told myself. I held my breath. But wait, that was one of our rooms, that was one of Andre’s people—the pretty little she returned to the bed. Lo! Another body! More white flesh on white sheeting.

Was the bedmate male or female, youthful, smooth androgyny from where I stood, looking down. The back windows in the rear of that small unit, below and across the drive from us, are below grade—at about car level. Most units have frosted louvered windows in back, squat rectangles above the beds. This window was clear. Could the lovers imagine being seen? Imagine another guest wide awake with a bird’s-eye view of their nakedness? Would they have dreamed that an accidental witness would stay and stare, her breath nearly taken away as the two young bodies briefly intertwined when the girl climbed back into bed? And would they suspect her delight when the other person got up to use the toilet, his maleness now on view? Oh, happy view.

Alone and under the quilt, the woman wiggled her hips. I knew the movement well. But was it a contented or an anticipatory wiggle? Had I witnessed the preamble or the postcoital moment? Oh, delicious moment to see the unconscious nakedness of lovers. The bathroom light went out. He returned, she sat up, and, legs tucked beneath her (I couldn’t quite see her breasts), leaned in his direction. She seemed exultant, alive at every pore. Did I sense a slight hesitation or unresponsiveness on his part? This would have been sensing a filament, a quiver in the air surrounding the lovers. Ah, she reached over and turned out the light.

I stood alone on the balcony, the aura of the scene stilling me, the intimacy of it. A mockingbird in mating was singing somewhere out to my left, the repertoire recited over and over. I walked quietly inside. What a gift this night had given me. Why did this delight me so? Voyeur, you will be punished!

Janyce Stefan-Cole was a finalist for the James Jones First Novel Fellowship; she’s a Boston Globe bestselling author in the cult classic Dick for a Day and a long-time resident of Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

“Hollywood Boulevard” Launch: April 11, 2012, 7pm
Conversation, Q&A, and book signing at WORD Bookstore
126 Franklin Street, Brooklyn, NY 11222

Classic Album Sundays @ Bellwether


Classic Album Sundays presents Kraftwerk “Autobahn”

Sunday, April 8, 5 to 8 pm
Bellwether, 594 Union Ave, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY 11211
Tickets $10 on the door, $10 + service charge at

In April, Kraftwerk will perform eight of their classic albums in association with with the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. Unfortunately, most fans could not get their hands on tickets before it sold out. But worry not meine freunde as Classic Album Sundays is coming to the rescue!

Classic Album Sundays will present the much-requested “Autobahn” by Kraftwerk on 8 April at Bellwether in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. This is Kraftwerk’s first concept album and it was completely groundbreaking when it was released in 1974. Even though the album mainly featured all electronic instrumentation and followed three very experimental albums, an edit of the title track found itself on the European and American charts. Toll.Join us at 5 pm for a high speed and sonically enhanced journey through Kraftwerk’s musical contemporaries and discover why they become such a major influence on modern music. Please get their as early as you can.

At 7 pm the lights go down, the volume goes up and we play the album from beginning to end on vinyl on our audiophile hi-fi. The audio menu will include a Rega Apheta MC Cartridge, a Rega P9 Turntable, a Moon 310 LP Phono Preamp, a Moon P7 Line Preamp, Mark Levinson No. 334 Power Amplifier and foour Klipschorn Loudspeaker. You can also treat yourself to some lovely fresh seafood from the Bellwether raw bar.

Tickets are $10 at the door and $10 + service charge online here.

We suggest you buy your tickets in advance to avoid disappointment as there is limited capacity.

Doors close at 6:45 or when we reach full capacity and listening guidelines apply.

Come join us for the ride of a lifetime! And sign up for our monthly newsletter here.