I stopped in twice in the last month at a small standing-room-only-cafe to grab a cappuccino on the go—the best I've had in a long while outside of Italy—and admired this antique newspaper rack. God. I thought. My dad would love it. Me too: I love the way the wood is warped and smooth to the touch, and the brass hardware has a golden patina.
It is currently in residence at a clothing shop that has it's own cafe on the ground floor. Shame on me that I can't remember the name of the place (I was not shopping), but you can find it on 5th Avenue on the West side of the street between 21st and 22nd Street.