"Unless you’re a member of the program that brought a handful of Berlin-based artists to one of Governors Islands' long-disused Victorian houses, a night spent here is a night spent at Collective. That glamping has arrived, not merely in New York City but, technically, a borough of Manhattan is no small selling point—that most tents’ flaps frame, at one angle or another, Lady Liberty herself, isn’t either. I’d never glamped before, nor am I sure that I necessarily understand the distinction—most accommodations are built upon raised platforms, and all have bathrooms with running water, so there really isn’t much difference at all between this and a hotel room, beyond the flapping sounds of passing bat wings."