• Debutante Ball

    I could not resist this color fest in the East Village in front of Porto Rico, an importer and seller of coffee. The painted trash can near this woman’s tattooed arms begged for a photo to be taken.

    Personally, I would not want to commit my skin to tattoos. But I do often admire them as artistic adornment. In principle, they are really not so different from the myriad of other ways that men and women have adorned themselves for millenia: hair treatments, nails, makeup, jewelry, piercings, scarification, etc. However, unlike many of our more common beautification methods, tattoos are permanent (relatively), so they make a serious statement of intent and confidence.

    I think the full arm tattoos of today’s subject may either limit some of her social options, or she will be buying a large selection of long-sleeved shirts. For example, she is probably no longer a good candidate for the debutante ball at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Perhaps this is a sacrifice she is willing to make.

    If you wonder whether there was any issue taking this photo, there was not. I motioned silently to her indicating my desire to take a photograph, and she nodded in the affirmative. So I had carte blanche to take a number of photos in a stress-free manner. Her cordial behavior and gracious approval was as befitting as someone being groomed for exposure in the next debutante ball 🙂

    Related Postings: Hair Wraps, Cappuccino and Tattoo, Physical Graffiti, Fashion Forward, Fantasies


  • False Assumptions

    It’s been a while since I have seen a flag burning. This one appeared to be a spontaneous act which occurred at the 2008 Police Riot Concert, featured yesterday on this website.

    I grew up in a time of protest and revolutionary sentiments and live in an extremely liberal environment. But I have always felt very uneasy at flag burnings. I always thought it was illegal. And it seems like an ultimate act of desecration, like smearing images of the Virgin Mary with excrement or spitting in someone’s face.

    Flag burning is still not a criminal offense in the USA, but it is in some other countries. It has withstood two Supreme Court decisions (defended by William Kunstler, NYC Greenwich Village resident) as an act of protected speech under the First Amendment. Several flag burning amendments have been proposed, which were very narrowly defeated in Congress, one by only a single vote.

    But, like women being topless in public, which is legal in New York State, there are many popularly held beliefs which are based on misunderstandings about the legalities of various actions, such as flag burning. Many false assumptions are made…


  • Leftöver Crack

    Don’t you just love these names: Leftöver Crack, Witch Hunt, Team Spider, Disassociate, Death Mold, Hungry Marching Band? This was the group lineup for yesterday’s Police Riot Concert in Tompkins Square Park. I give them points for creative group names. This was my second year; see last year’s posting here with information about the event and photos.

    The concert finished with Leftover Crack, where the unbridled energy of youth reached its apex. There was, of course, the requisite moshing, as well as a flag burning. Given the nature of the concert, however, the attendees were quite well-behaved for a punk rock concert. Apparently there is decorum and protocol defined within the subculture; I witnessed a really young kid, who was extraordinarily drunk, being shunned and seriously reprimanded by everyone around. Sad – where do you get support from peers as a drug user if you are rejected at a punk rock concert?

    The extravagant dress and plumage is my personal favorite aspect of these concerts – it makes for great photo opportunities, and everyone seems to be very open to being photographed. No surprise – anyone adorned or styled with such outrageous hair, clothing, body art, and piercings is hardly shunning attention…


  • Distraction

    The original concept of a city daily photo blog was started by Eric Tenin of Paris Daily Photo. The idea was to give readers a slice of daily life in a city. I have gone beyond that initial idea in this website. However, I still often keep that theme that in mind when I create new postings.

    If you saw my posting Interruption, you know that I have been engaging in a renovation project in my home. Because of this, the blog has suffered some here and there in the last week. Perhaps it is bad form to make apologies for anything a person produces for the public, but I have committed to a daily publishing schedule, and it is extremely difficult to work in this environment. I do feel that I want to make visitors here aware that this process is extremely disruptive, as anyone who has lived IN a construction site will attest.

    Right now I am typing this on a laptop in bed, the only place left that is reasonably clean. Everything is in disarray, all my belongings have been in boxes for weeks, and dust is everywhere. Workers will arrive at any moment.

    Rather than make a half-hearted effort and a mediocre posting, I am sharing with you a REAL slice of NYC life in the spirit of Eric’s original concept.

    I hope to get back on track next week with more focus. Thanks.
    Brian Dubé


  • Met Lumber

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    Visitors frequently ask where essential services, such as gas stations or lumber yards, are located in New York City. Many of these businesses have relatively unassuming presences and are not readily noticed, especially with the distractions of so many other city stimuli. But shoe repair shops, laundromats, grocery stores, gas stations, auto repair shops, hardware stores, and locksmiths do exist, tucked away here and there.

    Many, however, are disappearing. Operating costs, particularly rents, have soared to levels which make it extraordinarily difficult for all but the well-heeled or chain store to survive. In some cases, ownership of the building by the business owner guarantees lifetime protection from the slings and arrows of a gentrifying environment. Not so long ago, there were 4 lumber yards in SoHo and neighboring Village areas. Now, only Met Lumber remains.

    Metropolitan Lumber and Hardware owns and occupies an entire stone building at 175 Spring Street. The building, with its colorful exterior graphic, was previously a power generating plant. Met Lumber is a well-stocked, full service operation with cutting facilities. Keep in mind that if you patronize a place like this, you may be subjected to a New York-style reception. Regular customers/contractors are steady, larger buyers who typically know exactly what they want. But there are many do-it-yourselfers who are unknowledegable. The volume of these customers, combined with the barrage of questions and time needed to educate the customer in a busy operation, makes a rough retail environment. Unlike chain stores, many with poorly trained employees and high turnover, Met Lumber has a staff of seasoned people who know their stuff. But they have been taking a beating for many years…

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  • Tune Out, Tune Up, Tune In

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    This year was the 50th anniversary of the Washington Square Music Festival. Outdoor music festivals are one of the great summer pleasures, and we are privileged in New York City to have such stable of talented musicians who are willing to participate.

    The annual concert series is free and typically takes place over four Tuesday evenings in July. This year’s was five concerts, culminating in last night’s concert with a jazz program: the Charles Mingus Orchestra playing the jazz of Charles Mingus.

    Seating is provided on a first-come basis, but the music can be easily enjoyed standing or sitting in nearby benches. The atmosphere is informal.

    Of course, there are distractions, with many other people and activities nearby, but that is the remarkable thing in this city – how great things can coexist and people can selectively enjoy a particular activity.

    Tuning out and tuning in is a necessary and acquired skill. Outdoor and street activities are not for pampered individuals who want their culture in a more controlled environment; for those, we have wonderful concert halls and performance venues. So here’s to the streets and parks of NYC – tune out, tune up, and tune in…

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  • Overused and Abused

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    There are words that are overused and abused, and two of them are genius and luxury. I remember a radio program where a disk jockey was on a rant about the overuse of the word genius. He saw it applied to musicians who were just very good but were certainly not in the league of true geniuses. Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach could keep as many as 7 melodies in their minds at one time. They could compose complex music in their heads without having to hear it and then just write the completed score. Now that’s genius.

    Luxury should have elements of the sublime, uniqueness, and rarity, not just offer the basics and use a comparison to the unacceptable to define it. Some may define luxury apartment in New York City in relative terms.

    From this perspective, luxury in New York can mean space, quiet, or the absence of squalor. Many now consider living in the city itself a luxury. Although there are many good points here, I don’t think the integrity of the word luxury is best kept by defining it using the standards of the homeless, destitute, or uninhabitable housing (see The Dark Ages here).

    When I first moved to the city, I saw the phrases luxury apartments and modern used in connection with any place that essentially was not a tenement. If the tub was not in the kitchen, the toilet was not in the public hallway, or the place was not roach infested, then we had luxury. Luxury here is what most people outside the city would consider the minimum acceptable standards for decent.

    I am sure that the apartments in the building in the photo are decent, but I would be surprised if they are truly luxurious. And townhouse lofts – here, I think we misuse and abuse another word, but that’s another story…

    Related Posting: Unguent

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  • Sand in Water

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    New York City has many visitors. It is an important part of our economy. And, generally speaking, we embrace all – outsiders, outcasts, iconoclasts. The melange of characters and people already here dilute things enough that it is difficult for one person or group to really ruffle any feathers.

    But there are abrasives that, even in New York City, can rub one the wrong way. And one of those things is the motorcycle gang. They seem curiously out of place here but, for the most part, are tolerated. Dilution in the world of New York generally makes them a fleeting image. They frequently congregate in various locations, such as near Gray’s Papaya in the Village. Time is spent eating, cavorting, and sporting their hardware. And off they go in a roar.

    However, the roar of a pack of bikers is one thing, but when some use straight pipes (no mufflers), the sound can be deafening. It is illegal, but prosecution is difficult. I have witnessed sounds that literally sound like explosions. I am sure that most bikers are law-abiding, but the few bad apples really spoil the barrel, and the outlaw image is strengthened.

    There are things that can not be diluted. Like sand in water…

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  • TMNK

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    This find is courtesy of Corey, an employee at the Apple Store on Prince Street in SoHo. While on a recent visit there, our conversation turned from Macs to photography. Surprisingly, Corey was already aware of this Photoblog and asked if I knew of graffiti artist The Me Nobody Knows (TMNK), aka Nobody. He suggested that it may be a good subject for blogging. The alias Nobody leads to nice wordplays in his art messages, such as Nobody Cares or I am nobody – Art is My Weapon.

    On a subsequent visit to the Apple store, Corey was gracious enough on a work break to take me through nearby streets and point out the various sidewalk works of TMNK.

    Nobody has a multimedia website with the requisite rap music and non-intuitive interface, Myspace page, and ebay store. Since I do not understand the vocabulary and I am not part of this subculture, I will have to let the art, websites, music, and words speak for themselves…

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  • Redemption

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    If you are open-minded and social, the people of this city can reveal a world to you that is unique and remarkable. The biggest problem is that some of the most fascinating lurk behind the most unassuming faces and things. I never know where a casual conversation will lead. More times than not, a story unfolds that is woven with extraordinary fabric, and I am so very glad that I did not just pass it by.

    So this is how I met Isack Kousnsky, an unassuming man cleaning a window in front of what turned out to be his school bus. I stopped to pet his dog, a beauty I wrote about last year in Wolfdog. Isack turns out to be an accomplished photographer/artist with an unusual portfolio of mixed media work (you can see it here). His work is stored in his bus. He has had shows worldwide and is a SoHo resident. He was located in front of 111 Mercer Street, where his studio was formerly located.

    We spoke of the difficulties in working in Manhattan with stratospheric rents. His old studio is now $6000 per month for 1/2 of a floor. He will be most likely relocating to Brooklyn, which, although less expensive, has seen its own very high increases in rents.

    Isack Kousnsky, born in Haifa, Israel, in the ’50s, moved to New York City in the early ’80s. Based in the East Village as a strong artist, he became part of the avant-garde movement. He exhibited in many galleries, such as Sixth Sense Gallery, Now Gallery, and Hilo Project, focusing in painting, sculpture, and installation. During that time, he curated one of the largest exhibitions of the ’80s art movement, including artists Salvador, Rosilio, Luca, and Keith Haring. In 1989, he returned to Israel and built and produced an alternative art center in Haifa. In 1990, he started to produce his artwork in photography and developed a new technique combining painting and photography. In 1993, he returned to the city.

    I have written before about the danger in New York of judging books by their covers. I am one of the worst when it comes to doing this; I am quick to judge, and frequently, I am way off the mark. These articles are my efforts at redemption…

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  • Small Steps

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    What does this have to do with NYC? Plenty. Dr.Brown’s Cel-Ray Soda is a specialty item more commonly found in the New York City area. In the 1930s, it was even nicknamed “Jewish champagne.”

    The subject of beverages came up while chatting recently with a number of friends on a hot summer’s evening. We all volunteered our personal favorite flavors and brands: cream soda, root beer, etc. One of our group mentioned celery soda – Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray. None of us had had one, and we became very intrigued. We were unable to locate one at our local green grocer, so it became a mission for a couple of us.

    There is great satisfaction in achieving goals, but in New York City, where life can be hard, many goals are difficult, so we often must settle for small things. I think this explains the popularity of Sudoku; there is only one solution, and a completed puzzle is a small, perfect achievement.

    In New York City, space is at a premium, so in many instances, we do not have the broad range of consumer items in certain categories, certainly not the type of selection of packaged products seen in a suburban supermarket such as Pathmark or Super Stop & Shop.

    We did not find Cel-Ray at our local green grocer. In a way, I think we secretly welcomed this – it gave us a small team goal. One that would most likely be easily achieved.

    Last night, there was word that Cel-Ray could be found at a neighborhood market. A short pilgrimage confirmed reports, and two of us were able to acquire and sample our first Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray soda. The flavor was quite good – pungent and spicy – much better than we expected. Finding it was almost like landing on the moon – one small step for two men…

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  • Statues of Liberty

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    If you want to do something controversial, it’s easy. Just create a series of themed sculptures and place dozens of them around the city. The last one that I recall was the Cow Parade.

    Everyone seems to have strong feelings about such displays. Being that they are in public spaces certainly gives the populace a feeling of entitlement as to how such space is used. And, of course, the displays are seen by nearly everyone, including many who are not typically art goers.

    The statue in the photo is one of 42 around the city, all quite varied in their appearance. To see all of the statues and a description, go to the CBS News link here. From their site:

    “To mark the July 15 All-Star game at Yankee Stadium, 42 baseball-themed Statues of Liberty are on display in New York. The Stephen Holland statue, Pop International Galleries, 473 West Broadway, at Houston Street, in SoHo area of Manhattan, celebrates the artist commissioned to paint them all. Apparently, he was so intent on having 42 to honor Jackie Robinson, he made one for himself.”

    Each statue is uniquely designed with bold graphics and colors featuring each of the 30 Major League Baseball clubs, the Brooklyn Dodgers, the New York Giants, the American League, the National League, four All-Star statues, and statues commemorating the final season of Yankee Stadium and Shea Stadium (this year is the final season of both stadiums). The 8.5-foot tall, 250-pound statues are made of resin and rest on a 530-pound cement base.

    The opinions of this series of sculptures are quite harsh. Many bristled at the appropriation of the Statue of Liberty for this venture. An online search for Statues of Liberty Parade will show you what I mean…

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  • Anthora

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    I love this kind of thing. The New York City where we can find an icon based on something so ordinary that it defies comprehension of how it attained mythic status. Its very ordinariness drives it.

    I think it is a form of defiance. Our sense of self-importance is such that New Yorkers can take something completely mundane, champion it, and say, “This is the definitive coffee cup. Why? Because we say so! We don’t have to pander to outside fashion or fancy cups. We set the rules. And the Greek motif coffee cup is what we choose. We eschew all others.”

    Of course, the entire process is the confluence of many factors, historical, practical, and otherwise. But once something here has been established as a de facto standard, New Yorkers hold on in a tenacious manner.

    The classic, Greek-themed, blue and white design – the Anthora – was originally designed by Leslie Buck of the Sherri Cup Company of Kensington, Connecticut, in 1967. The large number of Greek-owned coffee shops in New York City seemed to be a ready target for a themed coffee cup. The name was inspired by an article about a sunken Greek ship laden with Amphora (Greek urns). Anthora is a corruption of the word, based on a misprint in an article. Greek Amphora were typically decorated with geometric designs around the neck; this concept was adapted to the upper and lower rim of the 10-ounce paper coffee cups.

    There are a number of competing brands of the Greek coffee cup, but all have some variation of the original message “We are happy to serve you.” The one in the photo is no. 110 by Premier Paper Manufacturing Corp., circa 1997. A set of Corinthian columns graces the front with the words “It’s our pleasure to serve you” and a discus thrower on the back. The original design is now owned and manufactured by Solo Cup Company. See the link here for a gallery of Greek-motif cups.

    The Greek-themed blue-and-white design is now on sale as a ceramic mug at the Museum of Modern Art. And a whole line of products, like T-shirts, can be found with the Anthora image. It can also be seen in shows like NYPD Blue, where the cup lends a sense of New York City authenticity.

    Some predict that the cup, with its blue-collar associations, is doomed to extinction with the advent of more sophisticated cups, such as those used by Starbucks. Time will tell…

    The photograph was taken courtesy of Joe Jr’s. Diner – the subject of a future story.

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  • Bleu est Sérieux

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    Take a culture of sensory overload. Then add New York City, and it and is easy to understand how very difficult it is to isolate and notice individual things. There are exceptions, of course, such as the color red, which really screams and is still able to makes its presence known in a crowded, competitive, visual environment. I have written before of red in Who See the Red and That’s Quite a Briefcase.

    But one day, I noticed a concentration of BLUE. It is surprising that it took so long, as blue is my favorite color. Every color has its fan base, but you can make a pretty strong case for the importance and significance of blue and its popularity. Blue is a more subdued color. Relaxing. The color of royalty, the ocean, and the sky. The “B” in RGB. Blue eyes, blue suede shoes, the blues, true blue, blue jeans, blue suits, bluetooth, blue gemstones. Interestingly, as George Carlin pointed out, there is no truly blue fruit.

    If you really want to immerse yourself in the subject, there’s a fascinating book, Blue: The History of a Color, by Michel Pastoureau, professor and specialist in medieval history. He is an eminent scholar affiliated with Sorbonne’s École Pratique des Hautes Études.

    Blue is serious business. Or, perhaps, I should say bleu est sérieux

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  • Nostalgia

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    One must be careful in making condemnations of contemporary culture and claims regarding the degradation of society and romanticizing the past. There is no dearth of criticism regarding the “malling” of New York City and the invasion of big box retailers into the NYC marketplace. And, certainly, many of the criticisms are valid.

    At first glance, when looking at this magnificent Beaux Arts building at 632 Avenue of the Americas, my first reaction was how inappropriate it was that this building would house Bed, Bath and Beyond, Filene’s Basement, and TJ Maxx.

    A little research will reveal that this stretch of 6th Avenue (from 18th to 23 Street), replete with enormous architecturally wonderful buildings, was once known as the Ladies’ Mile and that the beautiful structures lining this avenue were originally built as department stores.

    The most opulent was the Siegel-Cooper, originally designed by DeLemos & Cordes and built in 1896 as a discount department store for Siegel, Cooper & Co., who were based in Chicago. The New York store became a mecca for shoppers.

    There was a fountain in the center of the lobby, which became a meeting place in New York. Jets of water cascaded over multicolored lights onto a marble and brass statue of The Republic.

    So the large stores on the former Ladies” Mile should can be seen more as a reincarnation than invasion. I am reminded of various interpretations on nostalgia which I have heard – that the past always seems better than the present because we only remember the good parts…

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