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A 26-year-old woman was found murdered in her Chelsea apartment by her sister last night, and the murder victim's boyfriend--and the murder suspect, according to police-- killed himself a few hours after the discovery.
Margaux Powers's family had been worried they didn't hear from her for a few days, so her sister Dana went to Margaux's apartment at 235 West 22nd Street on Friday night. Doorman Constantine Ionescu accompanied Dana to the apartment, and the Daily News reports though they found Powers' cellphone, "the apartment appeared orderly and there was no odor...But they did not think to check behind the closed bathroom door."
Then last night, Dana Powers returned with friends and they, with Ionescu, checked the apartment at 6 p.m., this time checking the bathroom and found Margaux's body under a green blanket. Ionescu said Dana was distraught, "She said, 'No! No! It's not possible. Tell me it's not true!'...I just saw some hands... I didn't want to look. I didn't see her face. When I saw the girl, I prayed." It's unclear when Powers was killed--her throat was slit and her body was "chopped into pieces."
The News says police "found a written apology from the murderer in the apartment, but the note was unsigned," and started to search for Powers' boyfriend Jonathan Smith, who also lived in the Chelsea apartment. From the News:
While police swarmed the Chelsea building, Smith was downtown, where he jumped from an apartment house at 15 Broad St., landing on Exchange Place in two pieces, cops said.Ionescu said that Powers and Smith "fought all the time" and a friend of Dana Powers said, "They used to fight. I heard he had a bad temper. He was a little crazy.""I was walking with my girl. Somebody just fell off the building," said a stunned Chao Williams, 21, of East New York, Brooklyn. "I just heard the noise. It was like a loud boom."
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Man, did that guy just fall to pieces.
All this could have been avoided if the boyfriend had just killed himself first. Sometimes suicide is the answer.
Ok Since baby_hitler has not yet graced this story, I will attempt to be tasteless in his lieu.
I wish he jumped and landed on top of Rev Al. Two birdbrains with one stone.
you mean our big three according to gawker,
babyhitler, edex and the_facts.
[2] No, it all could have been avoided if he'd just walked away. Just walk away! There are plenty more fish in the sea, but people just get so damn possessive and jealous. I can't imagine staying with a woman who did nothing but fight with me.
[2] And please, if you're commiting suicide, don't do it in public, so you don't scare anybody for life!
[5] If he's capable of kill her and then kill himself, why expose the other "fish in the sea" to this a**hole?
Any word on why this guy jumped in the Financial District? Did he have a friend in that building?
@EastRiver- I think I read that he lived in the financial district
according the NY daily news,
The doorman said Powers was known to call her father every day. She lived with Smith in the six-story brick building, and fought with him regularly, he said.
how bout all them comments on the DN site?
I saw the man's body outside my window.
I was having a conversation with a friend in my apartment and my window was open. I heard a loud noise outside, like someone dropped a piece of metal onto another piece of metal. My friend asked me, "What was that?" I said, "It's New York City out there, I have no idea what that was." If I went to my window every time I heard a noise outside I'd never have a chance to get any work done. I was eating a sub and loving it at the time so I just sat there.
Then my friends came upstairs and said, "Something strange happened outside. I think someone jumped off the building." I was in disbelief and I asked them what side of the building. It was right outside my window.
Now, part of me wanted to stay in my apartment and finish my sub and never look outside, but another part of me wanted to see what that looks like and see if it was real.
The later part of me won this argument and I climbed onto my bed and put my head out of the window and looked down.
At this time I was hypnotized and I couldn't breath or blink or think or feel. I just looked. I saw what was left of him in a big pile on the ground with a white blanket on top of most of him. The blanket wouldn't be big enough to cover my chest but it managed to cover his entire body with the exception of one leg. That leg was sticking out of the pile of bloody blankets with a really nice black, shiny shoe on the end of it.
I was stunned. I watched for about 45 seconds and then I walked into my apartment and put the rest of my sub away. I kept thinking about him jumping and about how he couldn't have been pushed or fallen on accident because I didn't hear a scream.
That night I had to go out and meet some clients to help them meet women (I'm a dating coach) but all I could think about was this dead man. I couldn't focus or be lighthearted or happy. I just wanted to sit there. I finally confessed what happened to a bartender and then she asked me what I do and I told her. After I traded her shots for romantic analysis she gave me her number and told me to call her.
All I could think about the next morning was men like him falling from the sky as I walked home.I couldn't help but wonder who he was and why he did it so I got online and found this article. I looked outside while I was writing this comment and I saw food delivery guys walking over where his body was piled up just 12 hours ago. I imagined how they must've cleaned him up with a snow shovel and I could almost hear the shovel scraping against the ground and scooping up his organs.
It screwed me up pretty bad but gave me a new way of looking at a few things in my own life. I'd love to give you a moral but I don't have one. All I can say is, I had to look. I didn't know why at the time, but I had to.
Best,
Joshua P
isn't it odd how a body falling could sound so metallic?
My building had a jumper who bypassed the child safety bar and fell on to a wrought iron gate.
it sounds like a trash can hitting a bodega awning. you know those bodega awnings that's metal and painted in some tropical orange and red colors.
I didn't get any bartender's number out of it though.
Josh, lighten up.
I know the only place to jump in the Midwest is a grain elevator, but we in NYC do get them from time to time. Ruined your sub, huh? Well the poor woman in the tub (& her family) & the guy who did the sidewalk spatula (& his family) had a much worse week than you. Dating coach? WTF. Do you get to put a plaque on the guy that says: "Caution: Student Dater"? What is this, Driver's Ed?
Lighten your day: 10 or so years ago this guy in my building was heavily margined. Market drops.
Goes to the roof (22 floors). Decides to end it.
3AM cranky old lady on 21 wakes up with a drunk guy tangled up in a chaise lounge on her patio. Bruised, cops called, treated, released. The poor guy had to ride the elevators for months with us, who all knew his story. I was really pissed at him (and expressed such), cuz he had two beautiful little kids. And offered support.
In this whole tragic story as recounted above, two shattered families, two dead, you're bummed cuz you can't finish your sub & can't perform as a "Dating Coach"? So glad you got a number. Next time, try the "kiln explosion" line. Probably before your time.
Dadoc
you guys are such aholes... just cause this guy had a bad experience about the RELEVANT story doesnt mean you have the right to undermine and belittle him. what if your mom died and a piece mentioned it in in an article and i told you to STFU cause people are dying in Iraq all the time?
Um, welcome, DKIM.
Not telling anyone to STFU, just the really bad experiences were for the dead folks. Just a little NYC coping "coaching". And my Mom's just fine, thank you. She's not in Iraq. Welcome to NYC.
Dadoc.
Dadoc.
Thanks for setting me straight buddy. I'm sure you have a good excuse to live out every day as emotionally detached as possible and ridicule people anonymously on the internet. I'm sure it's a real sob story.
Thought you might want another perspective, not trying to teach you a lesson so don't worry. You're still a man in my book, random internet guy.
Love,
Joshua
omg, u gize. stop fighting. these people are dead.
Um, not what you think.
Spend the day-to-day patching up the ones who make it, & helping with the families & friends of those who do & don't. Also spent a great deal of time slicing & dicing the don'ts, and dealing with theirs'. Thus, the Dadoc. Death is a bitch, and for anybody contemplating the big one, it ain't pretty. Maybe just ruminating up some of my early scene angst. Feel free to respond & may you go thru life with nothing worse than that.
And, thank you, Love is important.
Dadoc
Not to be cruel, Joshua, but I woulda finished that sub.