Happy New Year

Flashback

Banksy 2008

after the blizzard (for K)

NYC Snow Bound

3 hours later. . .

snowfall

1946

1940s Xmas

From my dear departed Mother's collection

WESTBETH

Westbeth is among the first examples of adaptive reuse of industrial buildings for artistic and residential use in the United States. It is a complex of 13 buildings in Manhattan's West Village. The complex was originally the site of Bell Laboratories (1868–1966), one of the world's most important industrial research centers and home to many inventions, including the vacuum tube, the condenser microphone, an early version of television,^[3]and the transistor. The complex was vacated in the middle 1960s, and remained empty until the Westbeth project started later in the decade. It created live-work spaces for 384 artists of all disciplines'; the project was the first public commission of Richard Meier, who later won the Pritzker Prize for architecture and is still a significant figure in modern architecture. Westbeth opened in 1970 for artists, dancers, musicians, actors, writers and film makers.

Why Mars Bar ?

Someone posted here, laughing about the ugliness of the Mars Bar. So let me explain why this is such a loss, one of many, probably of many more to come. New York City used to be a city of small neighborhoods, each with its own color and interests and unique people. There was no other city in America like New York. It looked different, felt different, smelled different. You could only get some things in New York and nowhere else. It retained its architectural heritage while the rest of America was overrun with shopping malls, suburbs and McDonald's. But not New York. Since 2001, money, mostly European, has flowed into the City, and much of New York has been gentrified. Gone are most of the old neighborhoods, the small businesses, the things that made new York unique. Now we have the same crap they have everywhere else. Just crap, crummy stores, crummy restaurants, chain stores, and tourists who want to experience "Sex in the City," who think that is New York (When I was a kid I thought New York was "Taxi Driver," "Annie Hall" and "Serpico," and, it was). So we cherish every vestige of the New York that was. As it disappears we lose the beauty that was, that connection to the past, and we lose the America that once was as well. And the new New York is surely not better. It's cookie cutter, prefab, with blue glass buildings, drunken girls and boys on every bar filled block, overpriced shops, shops that cater to wastefulness, indulgence, and plain old crap . The moneyed types (the investors, the developers, the same people who destroyed the economy) almost demolished Tin Pan Alley, until Brook's Lost City began blogging. We lost Cheyenne Diner, Moondance Diner, Munson Diner, Fedora, the classic old theaters in Times Square, Luchows, on and on. New York's history is being replaced with blue glass, folding chairs in Times Square, a future that looks like anywhere, USA. So we mourn Mars Bar. And its beautiful ugliness.

Last East Village Dive Bar, GONE

Open Door, Last Call

Closing!

Mars Bar, one of last East Village holdouts, is closing, reportedly for only two years....we've heard that before. It's surrounded by luxury condos, around the corner from the former CBGBS, now a John Varvatos eye sore. It's all over here kids...

rounding the bend in Rio

Brasilian Christmas

I spent Christmas 2001 in Brasil. Think I'll post some shots...

your sun-sational session

may I sniff your Klompen Kloggen?

Monte's on MacDougal, where Caruso ordered take out

Friday morning with Father Demo

BADASS

Right Said Fred

man with problem, WSP

Can I order extra red in Photoshop?

Do you want to know a secret?

CHEW

7th avenue and 13th street

you and who's army

Girl Talk

weary

the sun was out...

Blondie

Think I sawed off left side of her body in Photoshop...oh well....first attempt

Street Performer

Hands across the water in Washington Square Park

Roller Girls

Dance troupe in Washington Square Park

Sax blows at Katz's; shopping cart lady stares

Back in the 1960s, you'd travel cross country by car, eat at roadside diners, and most certainly pick up one of these 'wish you were here' travelogue mailers. Like this one, they'd fold out like an accordion, each side showing points of interest around the state. I found this unused one in my mom's things, and will post a few scans from in it days to come.

WELCOME TO THE TARHEEL STATE!

a boy's best friend is his....

Thank you all for your very kind words; I was stunned with the level of response to my Mother's photo. I will reach out to each and everyone individually. Thank you again.

My Mother 1925 - 2010

I never hope to gain cheap pity here; I think of each and everyone of you who pays me the honor of visiting my site as a friend. Please help me celebrate the life of my beloved mother, who passed yesterday at 1:25 pm. She's in a better place now.

West 10th Street

on the Hudson

Morton Street

Carmine Street pool (where Vicky and Jake La Motta met in Raging Bull)