Urban anthropologists Andy & Carolyn London interview some of New York City’s “more overlooked citizens”.
The multi-talented New Yorker Jorge Colombo steps up his game with his NY1x1 tumblr (a small sampling of images below).
Nobody ever talks about the bliss of falling out of love. It is an unbelievably freeing feeling, finally, as the stranglehold of worship and longing eases up ever so slightly. But this euphoria of getting over someone is rarely glorified in poetry or song: the poet describes the ache of a broken heart rather than the happiness one feels when one’s heart is set free. I am currently experiencing such joy, as I quietly slide out of the grip of a six year semi-romance with a half-boyfriend. I suppose he was my boyfriend for more than half of that time, but he was always only partly there, with one foot out the door and his eyes peeled for a prettier, younger girl – someone with financial stability, I suppose, and without a penchant for half-truths. So here I stand, on the precipice of things to come. I will now go back to longing for unspecified companionship. I have found that it hurts less to wish for more general things.
When I was in high school I wanted to be an actress. I had no talent, was only moderately cute, and my voice went up about ten octaves when I acted. Nevertheless, I was somehow given the chance to star in a production of Crimes of the Heart. One of the girls from the play died a few years ago, and I believe the last remaining VHS copy of the tape of that performance died with her, thankfully. I eventually gave up my dreams of stardom for the less glamorous world of backstage, and fell in love with the idea of becoming a Director. I liked the idea of being the only female in a male driven world, and I was happy to hand the job of starlet over to the likes of Michelle Pukey, who had an angelic face and the personality of a soggy magazine. It has been a few decades since high school, and next week I will finally be given my shot at the spotlight as I star in an episode of reality television posing as a customer of an illicit website. Aside from the fact that my mother would disown me if she ever found out about it, I can’t see how this brief foray into playacting will harm me. It seems to actually be a natural progression of things, as I spent most of my last relationship making things up, and my younger self spent a brief time dabbling in the seedy world of sexual perversions. It feels fitting that I should wrap up my life of sin with a National television show devoted to my fabricated wonton ways. And then I shall move on, from unrequited love and life’s rotten underbelly and emerge a new person, less interesting to be sure, but wholesome and pure as I enter the next chapter of my soon-to-be boring life.
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The New York City subway system has 842 miles of track, making it the largest in North America. And there’s even more to it than riders see: dozens of tunnels and platforms that were either abandoned or were built but never used. They form a kind of ghost system that reveals how the city’s transit ambitions have been both realized and thwarted.
WNYC complies a map of abandoned subway stations and lines ( eleven in total) that were planned but never built. (Map by Balance Media / John Keefe/WNYC)
The famed, pricey address of 740 Park Avenue, built by Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis grandfather, James Lee, in some of its vintage ads la Donald Draper. Best part? The pricing sheet. Fancy that.
(source: Pink Pillbox)
18 West 11th Street; the site of the Weatherman explosion. The New York Times recalls the blast:
Neither of the women had much on in the way of clothes as they ran out. One had apparently been taking a shower, and the other had been ironing. As the fire trucks pulled up, a neighbor let them in to clean up and gave them clothes. Then they left, coolly heading to the subway.
Before long, the details of the bomb-making emerged. “Shortly after that,” Mr. Lockwood recalled recently, “I started getting visits — one from the New York Fire Department and two from the F.B.I.” His friends at Princeton were nonchalant. The Federal Bureau of Investigation agents found him at his eating club. The second time they showed up, someone yelled, “Charlie, the F.B.I.’s here again.” read on
Via NYT’s OFF THE MENU
LITTLE GIANT This tiny place on the Lower East Side is no more.
PINK TEACUP The Greenwich Village soul food restaurant, which had moved to Seventh Avenue South, will not reopen even though the phone message refers to “renovations.”
(Photo: Shanna Ravindra)
Boys Don’t Cry as shown by the looks of these Bruce Davidson photos of a New York street gang in 1959. These make the Outsiders look almost fabricated or recycled as art imitates life and vice versa. (*source: Flavorwire).
Stanley Kubrick’s photos of the 1940′s; gritty realism, composition and lighting.”He shot on the sly, often times his camera concealed in a paper bag with a hole in it. Of the some odd 10 000 black and white photographs he took while working at the magazine, VandM chose a total of 25, which have now been made available as prints.” (via: mash Culture)
North of Madison is showing signs of life. Wall Street Journal reports “the northern end of the Flatiron District is thriving thanks in part to the willingness of landlords in the neighborhood to cut breaks on rent to cultural groups and independent retailers.”
And, Russ & Daughter’smight open in the NoMad Hotel (please, don’t blame me for the name).
A newly arrived immigrant eats noodles on a fire escape, NYC / USA.
Taiwan native Chien-Chi Chang documented the plight of illegal immigrants in New York’s Chinatown, and returned, with several of his subjects, to photograph family members left behind in rural China.“I have an emotional stake in ‘Divided Lives,’” Chang wrote of the project. Before coming to the U.S. in 1991, he had heard endless stories about New York’s immigrant community. “I discovered a different reality where many Chinese were delivered at great personal sacrifice into a life of indentured servitude, fear and extortion.” (source: lagu)
