Manhattan’s Handmaid Exhibit Opens at Paley

Midtown’s Paley Museum unveiled The Handmaid’s Tale exhibit last night, haunting NYC with Emmy gold. Curator Lena Carter hung June’s red cloak as 200 gaped, a finale tease through June 8. It’s borough chills—$20 entry, pure TS vibe. A kid traced the bonnet; a pro snapped Serena’s teal. ‘Manhattan reflects—this is it,’ Carter says, pinning props. The walls turned dystopia.

The show’s fresh—April 4’s debut, it doubled since tickets dropped, packing rooms by 6 p.m. Carter’s a Times Square teller; last night’s crowd hit max—silence gripped. A latecomer nabbed a spot; artifacts glowed—NYC grit shone. Runs two months—fans buzzed loud. #HandmaidNYC trended; Brooklyn’s spooked.

Some shrugged—’Too grim,’ griped a tourist, dodging wings. Space squeezed—latecomers stood; awe held. A light buzzed—fixed quick; tale rolled. Queens wants a turn, but Paley owns it—props rule. The museum’s never chilled so hard.

Carter’s teasing a talk, maybe a cast drop if spring bites. ‘NYC’s mirror—this shows it,’ she says, folding cloaks. The exhibit’s a Manhattan win—grit meets gloom. It’s a finale fix; see it soon. Bring a stare—truth stings.