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| Being a recent
transplant to The City, I keep stumbling on weird sights not found in
your average New Jersey suburb (not that the suburbs aren't weird, it's
just a whole different genus of it). Luckily, I usually have a camera
with me to record these things, things your more hardened city dweller
would just walk on by. Plus, it's nice to have physical proof to back
up one's rants on urban design (Don't you see? Minimalism is so stupid...)
So here they are, the strange, the interesting, and the amazingly banal
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| One
of the joys of living the city is accidentally stumbling on little
details like this. |
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| Deco
all the way baby. Booyah. |
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Following 2001,
Hal fell on hard times. He was reduced to working as a doorman
to make ends meet.
This is the entrance
to a very very new apartment complex with the very very pretentious
address of 777 6th. Its the kind of place Gattaca workers would
live in, nothing but beige boxes and steel. Next to it's brick
and motor neighbors, the building sticks out like a visitor from
Planet Minimalist.
Note to future architects:
do not give your buildings all the warmth and charm of a proctologist's
office.
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| Normally I hate when
buildings designed for one purpose get turned into something else.
Nothing sadder than a grand Federalist bank turned into a clothing
store, everything sad and out of place. However, this violent mashing
of past and present made my day in ways I cannot begin to describe. |
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Tribeca Film festival,
lots of good food, good movies, and good company.
There is nothing
interesting about this photo, a sunny downtown street with people's
butts thrown in for good measure. But just a few weeks ago, this
area was a warzone. Shrouded in toxic dust and death, unrecognizable
from just a day before. Then just 9 months after, the neighborhood
rebounds quicker and stronger then anyone could have predicted.
This picture sums it up better then anything.
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