Greenwich Village

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Greenwich Village in New York City is very similar to what I had envisioned through the years it might be like.  Artsy and colorful with beautiful old buildings!

Having arrived in the City the night before, with only four days to explore, I got an early start the following morning walking the 3/4th of a mile to the train, from the home of my…

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I lived in Greenwich Village while attending NYU. In those days (the mid- 1970s), the neighborhood teeter-tottered on dilapidation and gentrification. Nowadays, it teeter-totters on elegant dilapidation and exorbitant rents. But some of my most cherished memories are forever hovering throughout this place, even though I'm a native (hence, jaded) New Yorker.

Don’t Wanna Brag, But…

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Yes, indeed. We somehow knew that you could actually kill a person with implements that were forever known to have the potential to be lethal. Scenes of cartoon-oriented and lampoon-oriented mayhem didn’t have to be hidden from us behind cautionary disclaimers and restrictions.

What’s more, there were adults (mature both in body and mind) in those days who usually supervised our various diversions while offering technical advice. When required, their admonishment was also much more thought-provoking and not easily forgotten.

For instance, not once did Moe, Larry or Curly drive me towards hitting another kid over the head with a sledgehammer; nor did Foghorn Leghorn inspire me to plant a bomb under Brandy the Irish Setter who lived next door. “Violence” like that only existed in a caricatured world of  lovable clowns and cartoons; unfortunately, the real violence would exist beyond, and in spite of, the laughter…with or without disclaimers.

Time’s Fluid Visualizations

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Times Square

In his series, “Day to Night,” Stephen Wilkes photographs a scene “for a minimum of ten hours, from the same perspective, capturing a fluid visual narrative of day into night within a single frame.”

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Washington Square Park

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Flatiron Building

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Coney Island

Just a Trace of Furnishing

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via Global Informer

This is probably taking minimalism to new heights of paucity, while giving street art a more gemütlich look,  but I can appreciate its mobile resourcefulness.

 

Elephant Hoofing at Dumbo

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Dancing elephants — along with clowns and unicyclists — paid a visit to [DUMBO] Brooklyn Wednesday.

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Faile’s Frightful Spiraling

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Faile‘s working with another image from the Les Ballets de Faile exhibit this winter at NYCB. #FAILENYCBallet #NYCBArtSeries via Faile Art/ New York City Ballet-Facebook

A Bit of Something Cheesy?

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via EV Grieve

At some point this week an intriguing new piece of artwork or garbage or unfinished Muppet head prop turned up in the shadows of the Astor Place cube. It’s unclear how it landed here, or what it is, but it’s lasted at least a full 36 hours on the mean streets of NYC, which is 10 years when you convert inanimate object time into human time. Which means it’s basically a New Yorker now. via What Is This New “Sculpture” In Astor Place?: Gothamist.