NEW YORK, NY.- On a recent Wednesday afternoon, as the sun turned the stained-glass skylight of a midtown penthouse into a dazzling display of jewel tones, prosecco was poured into flutes. A saxophonist and a violinist who had met moments earlier decided to play a Charlie Parker tune together. When they finished, a small, international and impeccably dressed crowd cheered.

In another part of the room, a hat designer was showing off his one-of-a-kind creations, involving emeralds, snakeskin and feathers from Peru. Nearby, a pink-haired painter from Cyprus was explaining her most recent work, hung on the wall behind her.

For the past year and a half, Luxuny — the atelier occupying this penthouse high above Bryant Park — has been the setting for various live performances, trunk shows and chef tastings. Part luxury store, part art gallery, part private club, Luxuny is a bit difficult to define. Its founders, K.C. Jones and Luca Santonato, say their mission is to foster a space where “commerce meets culture and community.”

That may sound like a 21st-century sensibility, but this particular space, designated a city landmark in 1988 and once called “the most bizarre studio in the city,” has a century-long history of hosting fantastic events — and fascinating people. The building was home to a women-only bar. An artist who might also have been a spy lived upstairs for decades. The penthouse once housed a pipe organ and a stuffed buffalo head. A shimmering fireplace made of onyx and crystals has survived to this day.

A native of Rimini, Italy, Santonato was seeking a space to showcase his custom suit designs; Jones, a stylist, pushed him to think beyond a store, and beyond fashion. “We wanted to transmit to our clients the feeling — what we call in Italy la dolce vita,” he said.

Walking by the building at 80 W. 40th St., you might notice the double-height windows. But it’s nearly impossible to imagine what is happening, and all that has happened, inside.

The building opened in 1901. Its construction was funded by Col. Abraham Archibald Anderson, who commissioned architect Charles A. Rich to design a 10-story structure with tall, north-facing windows that would contain space only for artists. Originally called Beaux-Arts Studios, it was the first high-rise building of artist studios in New York City. Anderson, who had studied art in Paris and married into money, imagined it as a place for artists to live, work and mingle.

To describe Anderson as a portrait painter doesn’t capture the half of it. He was also an explorer, a rancher, a hunter, the first superintendent of Yellowstone Forest Reserve and eventually, at age 70, a pilot. He took up residence in the penthouse, which he designed, and filled the space with paintings, mostly landscapes and portraits (he hated impressionism), as well as a pipe organ, an enormous Buddha statue and an ancient suit of armor.

A 1929 article in The Brooklyn Daily Eagle described the penthouse as “the most bizarre studio in the city.”

The reporter detailed elements of the penthouse that still exist: the stained-glass dome, the rock crystal fireplace (“brought all the way from an extinct geyser” on the colonel’s Wyoming ranch) and the bathroom, which, with its brass scallop-shell sink and rows of abalone shells, “gives one the feeling of being at the bottom of the cool green ocean.”

Sadly, some features of the apartment have been lost over the years. There is no longer a “wide, winding stairway guarded by a writhing, twisting dragon from whose mouth gushes not fire but water, into a clear pool, fern-banked and half hidden under the stairs.”

Anderson often entertained in the penthouse, gathering not just artists, but also the rich, international and well known. One dinner he hosted for the Prince of Monaco included politicians, industrialist Andrew Carnegie and an admiral in the U.S. Navy.




A restaurant and nightclub, the Café des Beaux-Arts, occupied the ground floor of 80 W. 40th St. when the building, now called Bryant Park Studios, first opened, said David Seeve, the current property manager. The cafe was known for its creative crowd — and the women-only bar tucked inside.

In 1920, the building was leased to L.K. Schwartz Co., an entity that in 1928 tried, and failed, to evict Anderson. The building survived a fire in 1936. Anderson died in 1940, and by 1943 the building was sold at auction. But it continued to attract artists.

In 1959, a painter named Dorothy Hart Drew moved into the penthouse.

Drew specialized in portraits. Eleanor Roosevelt, Helen Keller, actress Lillian Gish and President Herbert Hoover were among her subjects.

However, Drew may have been spying on her fellow artists in the building. In 1957, she testified before Congress, accusing the abstract art movement of harboring “radical elements” and Soviet influence. The year before, she painted a portrait of Rep. George Dondero, R-Mich., and some historians concluded that she secretly provided Dondero with information about fellow artists — some of which he submitted to the House Un-American Activities Committee. In 1959, Drew received the Gold Medal of Honor from the American Artists’ Professional League “for courageous and patriotic service to American art.”

But over the years Bryant Park Studios became more of a commercial space, housing fashion companies and garment district showrooms.

By 1991, according to one report, Drew was the “one artist left” in the building. She died in 1994.

Three decades later, art has returned. Paintings, sculpture, suits, shirts, shoes, mirrors, furniture — almost everything a visitor sees in Luxuny is for sale.

Jones and Santonato are romantic partners as well as business partners, and they came up with the concept of Luxuny during the pandemic. He quit a corporate job to pursue menswear.

Creating a store that’s more than a store may sound like esoteric gibberish until it is experienced — the International Brazilian Opera Co. performing in front of bespoke suits, for instance. A bit bizarre, just as the colonel would have wanted.

Jones, 36, said that they were “still tweaking” the concept, but she spoke with reverence about the first time she walked into the penthouse.

“I was like: Oooh. OK. I’m at home,” she said. When she learned the history of the building, she was even more sure. She felt, she said, “like stars aligned.”

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.