Shears said, “you don’t know any better.”
Shears scrolled through with fascination), and when it rained, it rained into his bedroom (presumably no longer a problem).īut the French guy who showed him the room was too handsome to resist, and “when you’re 20 years old,” Mr.
The entrance looked like a crime scene (there’s now a state-of-the-art intercom, which Mr. The rent was $700 a month (condos there now sell for $1.2 million). “The whole floor was just a raw space with some drywall put up,” he said. While studying fiction writing at the New School, he saw a flier for an apartment in a former cake factory. He wasn’t Jake Shears then, either, but Jason Sellards, a skinny 20-year-old who had moved from Seattle to try to make it, though he wasn’t sure at what. He was standing on South First Street, in a leather jacket and a backpack, staring up at the building where he lived in 1999, when he was new to New York and not yet the frontman of the glam-rock band Scissor Sisters. “This is so weird,” Jake Shears said one afternoon in the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn.