The New Yorker staff is finally making the move down to One World Trade (along with the rest of Condé Nast) and saying goodbye to Times Square, its home for 90 years. Bruce McCall takes stock on this week's cover, and Nick Paumgarten reflects on change in the Comment:

The New Yorker has been in the area for all ninety of its years, but many, if not most, of us have known only the 4 Times Square chapter. ... As for the older stomping grounds, the lore hangs around. Before 4 Times Square and the decade or so at 20 West Forty-third Street, the magazine spent more than fifty years at 25 West Forty-third Street. ... The whole publishing industry was basically within a one-mile radius, to the printed word what Wall Street was to capital formation or Hollywood to motion pictures. (It’s funny that there was never really a commensurate term for it, unless you count “New York.”) ... This week, our first downtown, we’re exiting unfamiliar subway stations via the wrong stairwells and blinking in a strange abundance of daylight and saltier air. Our new offices are tidy, now that we’ve got through the purge. Our step may be a little springier, since we’ve lightened the weight (blessed or not) of our history. ...