• Left for Dead

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    The Segway was heralded by inventor and design engineer Dean Kamen as a transport device that “will be to the car what the car was to the horse and buggy.” Go here if you are not familiar with Kamen or the Segway.
    There was tremendous buzz and speculation before its release – Steve Jobs claimed that it would be “as big a deal as the PC.” After the product release and its grandiose claims, I had a gut feeling it would be a failure, at least in urban areas like NYC, for many reasons: cost ($5000), regulations, traffic, weight, and parking (where would you put this thing?). I even emailed Kamen himself, addressing all the problems I saw, along with the biggest issue of all: VANDALISM.

    Kamen spoke of all the sophisticated security devices to prevent theft, but in my opinion, he missed the problem of vandalism, not theft. Perhaps he doesn’t know New York. Why would someone vandalize something that they could not steal? For many reasons (such as taking parts), as well as perhaps one reason not understandable to outsiders: because they can.

    I’m sure that people will take parts they do not know they have use for because they are there.
    Manhattan is a graveyard for abandoned bicycles, like the one in today’s photo taken on Spring Street. Many bikes are stolen, even with special locks like the Kryptonite, and if they can’t steal the bike, they will steal unlocked parts (yes, there are ways of locking individual components, like seats).
    When you arrive to see your bike stripped like that in the photo, I imagine it is rather disheartening. What’s the point in taking the frame, and where will you dispose of it anyway?

    In 2005, sculptor David Shapiro did an outdoor exhibit, Left for Dead, at the Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City. A melange of twisted abandoned bikes in various states were salvaged from the streets of the city. In the exhibit, Shapiro attached them to sign posts, embedded in the ground. And a thief was found to have attempted to steal a seat from an exhibited bike.

    The whole scenario starts to resemble soldiers who stole gold fillings from corpses in times of war. Even the dead are not safe…

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  • Soho Treasures

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    This shop is nearly sensory overload; the visual impact alone is what compelled me to take photos for this article. Started four years ago by Joseph Pauletich, SoHo Treasures at 123 Mercer Street specializes in mid-century furniture and articles acquired through estate sales and auctions. The articles are sometimes reupholstered or refinished. The store sells to retail clients, along with designers, shop owners, and others who may utilize the items as props in stores, various environments, TV, or film.

    Originally, the store made acquisitions through locker room sales, some of them made where the entire contents were sold as a lot. In these cases, bidders are not allowed to enter a locker or touch the contents before bidding – they can only attempt to assess the value via a view from the doorway of the storage room.

    This is one of those unique NYC spots that you won’t find elsewhere. I put SoHo Treasures on a list, along with ABC Carpet and Home, as a place for the visitor or resident to check out if you are interested in home furnishings or perhaps a stroll through a menagerie of one-of–kind items – furniture, art, bars, display cases, jewelry, lighting, and mirrors. Go here to visit their website.

    Note about the photo: The individual reflected in the mirror is my photographer friend Bill, who has been mentioned a number of times on this blog.

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  • Taste

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    I once knew a woman who made a blanket condemnation of the way many Americans dress. I frequently reflect on this, because I am a rather casual dresser myself, and had I the motivation for this domestic pursuit, I wouldn’t mind being a better dresser. Like this young woman in the photo.

    There is merit to the idea that many Americans could do better in this regard. In fact, the situation spawned a TV show – Queer Eye for the Straight Guy – where 5 gay men do makeovers of men in dire need of improvement by redoing their wardrobes, redecorating, and advising on grooming, lifestyle, and food.

    There are many manifestations of the badly dressed American. When I used to travel to the Caribbean, guides warned visitors not to go to town in shorts – it was considered inappropriate. And in Europe, it is easy to spot many Americans based on wardrobe alone – very frequently with garish running sneakers and other heinous articles of clothing. We are a nation where sneakers, jeans, and oversized T-shirts rule the day.

    As I have written of before, the size and style of NYC is one that really tolerates and embraces the eccentric – see the related postings below for some of the more outrageous. It also is a great place for one to dress in a stylish way that is perhaps a little unusual, like the quasi-retro look of the woman in today’s photo.
    Obviously there is plenty of style and good dressers in the USA. It’s just that the bad ones really are a blight to the landscape and tar the image of people here in general.

    One of my favorite quotes was from a real estate broker I was dealing with at one time. We were discussing this exact subject, and he said, “One day I hope to wake up and find that all the people with taste have money and all the people with money have taste.”

    Related Postings: Out There, Fashion Forward, Spike, Narcissism Gone Wild, Color Brigade

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  • Donato

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    Seems like I am on a strange and lucky roll recently. If you read my posting on the Chess Shop, you know how I just happened to pick the optimum day with the original owner playing chess outside and the current owner inside. And then the story of running into a renowned harmonica virtuoso Will Galison just hanging out in the park.

    Trattoria Spaghetto at 232 Bleecker and Carmine Street is in one of the highest traffic and most touristy areas in the city. Certainly not the little hideaway tucked in on a quiet sidestreet. So one might be inclined to avoid it, as I certainly did for most of my time living in the city. But I finally gave it a try and find the food to be very good Italian fare – a number of my friends now go there regularly and we all like it. The prices are inexpensive, and the ambiance is extremely nice, particularly given the price range. There is also outdoor seating.

    So as I sat one night, I found myself eavesdropping on two gentlemen who have very heavy Italian accents. I get the sense that they may be neighborhood residents, so I think this is a good opportunity to get an opinion from locals to use as background for this posting. I ask if they live in the neighborhood. By now you have guessed – I have accidentally bumped into the owner, Donato DiSaverio. He was friendly and charming. He spoke of his restaurant, where he was born in Italy, etc. I learned that he has a factory in Queens and makes all his own pasta for the restaurant.

    It is the perfect place to take a group of people with different tastes – you can never go wrong with Italian 🙂

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  • On a Roll

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    Success begets success. Much of business success is built on momentum – no one wants to go into an empty restaurant. Certainly there has to be a level of quality to prime the pump, but once things get going, people will beat a path to your door.

    You see this in the arts all the time. A tiny percentage prosper and the rest starve. And I don’t believe that there is a direct correlation between financial success and talent in the arts. There are many in an art genre who are as talented or nearly as talented as those at the very top but just don’t get the accolades, for a variety of reasons; the disparities between talent and income can be huge. Success is a package deal – talent, promotion, image, connections, buzz, whim, and some luck. When those elements work together, momentum builds. The more underlying quality you have, the better your chance of long-term success. Everyone wants the hot thing, not the second hottest thing. It’s like Google search results – most click the first result; not too many go to page two.

    Kidrobot seems to be one of those places. They have an extremely engaging product line – very creative ideas and well-executed. Everyone seems to love those little figures. See their website here. Kidrobot currently has stores located in New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Miami, and Toronto, and their products can also be found at many boutique retailers around the world. Founded by designer Paul Budnitz in 2002, Kidrobot is a designer and retailer of limited edition art toys and apparel. They merge urban street trends, fashion, and pop art. Products feature unique collaborations with top international artists with backgrounds as diverse as graffiti, fine art, fashion, industrial design, graphic design, illustration, and music.

    Many of their artists attain celebrity status; you see evidence of this with frequent crowds at the shop when they have guest artist signings. The event in the photo was a reopening from one store location to their new location at 118 Prince Street in SoHo. I recommend a visit if you are in the area.

    When momentum builds, you’re on a roll. Kidrobot does not need any promotion from me – these guys are on a roll…

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  • Only in New York

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    Wow. That’s all I can say. I’m in the park watching these two guys play guitar. I learn that the person on the left is a harmonica player. I love blues harmonica, so I volunteer a couple of big names. He says he knows them.

    Someone pulls me aside and says, “Can I give you a tip about this guy”? I say, “Sure.” He also knows harmonica players and says that this guy is famous. Now, coming from someone in the park whom I do not know, I take this with a grain of salt. My informant tells me that he is probably one of the two best players on the planet and has played with the likes of Barbra Streisand. He doesn’t look like Barbra Streisand material to me. But I have met many successful individuals in NYC who do not look the part, especially in casual attire. Plus, he is a musician, and this is New York.

    I get his card and introduce myself. His name is Will Galison. So this morning I do an online search. I find that this man is much more accomplished than I ever imagined. Everything my informant said is true and more. This man has a several page entry in Wikipedia. He has worked with a range of musicians including Carly Simon, Sting, Chaka Khan, and Astrud Gilberto. He has also recorded soundtracks for Academy Award nominated films. He can be heard on a Sesame Street theme. He was trained at the Berklee School of Music and has performed at various New York City venues including The Village Gate, The Blue Note, and the Lone Star Cafe with jazz musicians Jaco Pastorius and Jaki Byard. He has worked on Saturday Night Live. See his website here.

    At one point, his companion, Sean Daly, tried his hand at the lap steel guitar. Undaunted, he appeared to pick it up with ease. Easy for a natural.
    And there they were, with four of us as audience. No one anywhere around suspecting. Only in New York…

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  • Good Fortune

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    What a fortuitous occasion. I have waited 2 years for the right day for shooting this chess shop. Chess is special to me – I played on a chess team in high school and spent many Sundays over the years watching masters and grandmasters playing in Washington Square Park – chess legend Bobby Fisher himself was a habitue at one time. I have posted previously on the Marshall Chess Club.

    When I took this photo, I had no idea that one of the players was the original owner, George Frohlinde (the white-haired player in the photo). When I went inside to discuss my intentions for this blog, I coincidentally met and spoke with the new owner, Lawrence Nash, Frohlinde’s nephew.
    We spoke of real estate and the precarious position a place like this is in. And, he confided, this place may not be around much longer.

    I have done many stories which I consider part of a an “end of an era” series. Unfortunately, the Village Chess Shop may be added to the fatality list some time in the not-so-distant future. I found Lawrence extremely likable and sensible. We both agreed that the problem is market forces as a result of the tremendous improvement and desirability of NYC, not, as is frequently alleged, any overt conspiracy by landlords. Most landlords do ask for market rents which do force many tenants out, but some landlords, as is the case in the Chess Shop, do give preferential rents to long-term tenants. But it is still very challenging for a small niche business like this to survive, even with undermarket rent.

    The Chess Shop was opened in 1972 by George Frohlinde. In the 1960s, he ran a shop owned by International Grandmaster Nicholas Rossolimo. At the time, there were a number of chess shops in this area. Sometimes referred to as the “Chess District”, only two shops remain: the Chess Shop at 230 Thompson Street and a new competitor across the street, the Chess Forum, opened in 1995 by one of Frohlinde’s employees, Imad Khachchan. The Chess Shop is opened 365 days from 11AM to midnight and provides a place for playing at a nominal hourly fee. They also are known for their selection of a myriad of unique-themed chess sets, many of which can be seen in their windows – eyestoppers for most passersby. See them and learn more about the shop at their website. I suggest you visit soon…

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  • Enigma

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    I have spoken many times of pearls unseen right under my nose, but this is one of the biggest finds yet. I pass 101 Spring Street every day, frequently twice. It is a scaffolded which is in serious need of renovation. On August 14th, 2007, I wrote of a homeless girl, Stephanie, who was camped out in front of this building for some time. In fact, the posting struck a chord – it was one of my most commented.

    Ironically, we are back again. I have observed this mysterious stack of bricks for years, the only occupants of the ground floor of 101 Spring, in one of the most expensive neighborhoods of New York City. See second photo here.

    But if one looks carefully at the side window, in small red lettering you will see Judd Foundation. Ahhh – now the mystery is easily solved. The building is Donald Judd’s previous home. Judd, a renowned sculptor and influential artist, was an early pioneer in SoHo. He purchased the building in 1968 for $70,000, where he lived and worked on and off until his death from lymphoma in 1994.
    The building serves as a house museum with works of Judd and other minimalists. The whole story is fascinating – I recommend this New York Times article.

    How do they do it, i.e. how is this place supported? In 2006, the Donald Judd Foundation decided to auction 36 Judd sculptures at Christie’s and raise a $20 million dollar endowment.

    Oh, and the stack of eight Empire bricks? This is the work of Carl Andre – the piece is known as Manifest Destiny.

    Explanation of the photo: This exposure was taken from the street through the window, with a mixture of interior objects and reflected objects from the street. Note the outside sidewalk superimposed on the interior white wall. The dark braces are reflections of the supports for scaffolding being used in the exterior renovation work. The interior wood floor abuts the reflected image of cobblestone from Mercer Street.

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  • Responsibilities

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    I recently served jury duty. I was not pleased, but it is my civic obligation. This is New York Daily Photo – if you come here to see this great city and truly know it, I feel like I have some responsibilities and you do too, like learning about the city’s architecture and perhaps what that building is in the photo. And if you commit a crime, there are consequences. We all must take our medicine when needed.

    So here at 60 Centre Street is where obligations, responsibilities, and consequences meet. A rather serious matter and not the type of characterizations compelling to the tourist or visitor. I think courthouses connote obligations, responsibilities, and consequences more than justice.
    This is the New York County Courthouse, aka the New York State Supreme Court building at 60 Centre Street. It was designed by Guy Lowell and was completed in 1926. The 10 granite Corinthian columns support a portico where the words of George Washington are engraved: “The true administration of justice is the firmest pillar of good government.”

    One of the outstanding features of this edifice is the 100-foot wide staircase. There is a great article by Paul Goldberger, architecture critic for the New York Times. In it, Goldberger bemoans the fact that great staircases will no longer be built: “…equal access for the handicapped and the elderly has become a determining factor in architecture. If everyone cannot partake equally in an architectural event, the argument goes, it should not exist at all. No one can argue with this goal, of course, but it is unfortunate that so much has been lost in its pursuit.” So, with new construction, everything is being flattened for equal access – it is our responsibility…

    Photo note: The vista here is from Thomas Paine Park at Foley Square. A unique feature of this building is that it is hexagonal, something best seen from above.

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  • Buried Treasure

    Although Canal Street has been in flux, it remains the discount mecca for New York City. Here you can find a myriad of consumer items at tremendous discounts. The streets are lined with shopping stalls packed with merchandise.

    Unfortunately, for manufacturers of top-branded items, this area of Chinatown around Canal Street and Broadway is also the mecca for fakes and knockoffs. Trinkets, baubles, tourist T-shirts, and tacky NYC memorabilia are mixed with fake designer watches and designer bags. This is where Prada, Gucci, and Coach bags can be found for a small fraction of their normal retail price. Or Rolex watches for a few dollars. There are stories of back rooms and underground chasms where serious customers are led for counterfeit treasures (read an article about this here). Crackdowns and large scale arrests are made regularly, particularly targeting the importers and larger operations. But the pirates are tenacious, and the cat-and-mouse game continues.

    I can’t speak to the quality of these fakes. I have never really partaken in these goods – my purchases have been confined to discounted legitimate products such as Casio watches, durians, or shopping in places such as Pearl River Mart, Pearl Paint, Space Surplus Metals, or Canal Rubber.

    Legitimate bargains abound on Canal Street – if that is your interest, there are plenty of discounts to be had without supporting pirates…


  • Small Gestures

    Many cite the popular minimalist refrain less is more. And what better example than the small gesture.
    These colorful origami boats in a puddle in yesterday’s rain were the small gesture of an unknown hand. They garnered quite a bit of attention, as many of us circumnavigated their small ocean and observed them from many vantage points.

    I don’t like a rainy day. Until I have surrendered to the rain. Then I find it quite relaxing. When the mind is in the spirit of surrender and no longer rebels against the elements, you can fully embrace the rainy day. The sunny day is a distant memory, and you can enjoy the impressions that a rainy day brings. Like a child who does not need to go to school on a snowy day, a rainy day gives permission to play and indulge in the small things we often miss or forget. This opportunity can be for a pause for reflection – a welcome moment of respite for the weary New Yorker.

    I photographed in the rain with a friend until we were quite wet – few will make the effort at times like this when the weather is so dreadful. But this is when one can capture some very unique images.

    New York City in the rain becomes transformed with everything cast in a different light. New opportunities abound for photos – a second city is created and with the wetness, and everything familiar becomes new and unfamiliar in some way. But do not be so blinded by the great and spectacular things in New York that you miss the small gesture…


  • That’s Quite a Briefcase

    In January, I did a story on a red car and my impressions of those who embrace red. In the posting, I also wrote a brief synopsis of the symbolisms regarding red in different times and places. I am intrigued by individuals who make a statement using red attire or possessions – it certainly is not the color of the shy and withdrawn. And personally, I like the color – I have a few articles of clothing in bright red, but I wear them infrequently and quite judiciously.

    There are other colors, like purple, which also send messages. I am reminded of a period of time where I was carrying papers to and from my office in a slim, translucent, plastic, PURPLE briefcase. This is rather unusual for a male business owner, but I have that privilege. And NYC is quite accepting of creative types and the unconventional. However, one day I had a salesman who called on me. He stepped into my office, noticed my purple case, and remarked in a sarcastic tone of voice, “That’s quite a briefcase.” I was actually quite insulted and found his remark very inappropriate, but I let it go. After he left, it occurred to me that I could have retorted, “But that’s why you’re on that side of the desk and I’m on this side.” But that would have just been nasty 🙂


  • Cuts One Way

    The Brooklyn Bridge is one of the most important and recognizable NYC landmarks – an edifice literally in stone and one of its finest icons. I have done numerous postings where the bridge is a key element, but none on the bridge itself. See the list of related postings below and more photos of the bridge here.

    The bridge, completed in 1883 and connecting lower Manhattan with Brooklyn, has a walkway which is open to pedestrians and bicycles. I highly recommend this to any visitor (or resident) – it’s a must-do. It’s free and the vistas are great.

    There is no room and it makes no sense for me to synopsize here the history of the bridge or supply technical information – tomes have been written. The Wikipedia article is a good start and has a myriad of links (see here).

    The Brooklyn Bridge is quite special to me. I find the stonework so much more attractive than the steelwork of the Manhattan and Williamsburg bridges, although I have warmed up to these over the years. Traveling around the city, particularly by car, the Brooklyn Bridge is omnipresent, and with its image comes a plethora of feelings and impressions. Especially for a New Yorker. This is the bridge of book, film, and fable, known throughout the world.

    Visitors are frequently astonished that anyone would go through what we do just to get through basic everyday life. And many do leave after trying their hand at living here. Our town is a great one, but the knife that is New York City has two edges and cuts both ways. I, like many New Yorkers, have a love/hate relationship with many aspects of life here – it comes with the territory and every one of us living here knows it. But for the Brooklyn Bridge, the knife cuts only one way – I love that bridge 🙂

    Related posts: One Front Street, Loaded, The River Cafe, Gallery View, Sink or Swim, Dumbo, Bridge Cafe, Belle de Jour, Jet Ski, Twist and Shout, The Watchtower


  • Hookah

    The hookah is a social instrument, so it is not surprising that it would be adopted by students. Hookahs are now common in colleges around the country, as are hookah bars (this site gives a national hookah bar directory by state – Update 1/17/12: Blocked link.). Smoking bans in the city have made smoking all but impossible indoors. There are certain exemptions for cigar bars – hookah bars have been battling over this for some time. There are a number of hookah bars all over New York City – an area of Astoria (in Queens), known as Little Egypt, has quite a number of them.

    The hookah originated in India and, as most know, is ubiquitous* all over the Arab world, particularly in Turkey (read more here). In the last few years, the trend has been adopted by students, as seen in the photo, taken in Washington Square Park.

    There can be a certain naivete, however, when things become trendy. All of a sudden, the reinvention and new adoption, with perhaps some minor tweaks, somehow leads participants to believe that the old rules don’t apply. Hookahs are a good example. A variety of hookah tobaccos are used, called Shisha, including varieties that are flower- and fruit-flavored. But no matter – the evidence still indicates that although the water filtration makes the tobacco less harsh, the exposure to the dangers of nicotine are actually as great or even greater than cigarette smoking. I read that there are non-tobacco herbal alternatives, but websites have maasel on this list, including Wikipedia – my reading indicates that maasel is a fruit-flavored tobacco…

    *A note about ubiquitous: Doesn’t this word now seem predominantly used in a gratuitous manner by those trying to impress with their vocabulary? I saw it on a Top Ten Catchwords of the Literati, along with juxtaposition and iconoclasm.
    However, I also saw the word described as one used by pseudointellectuals, as well as a number of other articles that found it overused.

    Photo note: For those of you who are wondering what it says on the bottom of that girls T-shirt, see here.


  • Have a Heart

    The university has historically been a place for protest, liberalism, and a forum for current events and activism. So it came as no big surprise as I went by the New York Univesity campus yesterday and saw an Earth Day celebration. What did surprise me, though, was a 180-foot vegetarian sandwich made by Top of the Square Catering. I’m not sure of the tie-in to the day – the sandwich appeared as more of an indulgence rather that a statement of restraint. But everyone has to eat, and I suppose a vegetarian sandwich is a better choice than foie gras or veal for Earth Day.

    NYU has a number of activities (graduation ceremonies and other annual events) that are held in the streets around the university buildings, owing to the fact that they do not actually have a private campus – the streets of NYC and Washington Square Park essentially function as their campus. I have blogged a number of these these NYU events  see the links below).

    I will end this posting with a popular quote which is apropos, attributed to Winston Churchill. Some say it is falsely attributed to him, but I have not been able to substantiate this one way or another. You will also see many slight variations on the quote itself.
    ”If you’re not a liberal at 20, you have no heart, and if you’re not a conservative at 40 you have no head.” I keep this in mind whenever I am witness to student activism, passions, and idealism…

    Related Postings of Interest: Grad Alley, Light on Bobst, La Rentrée, Obama, Danger and Caution



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