Summer = excursion to Met rooftop.
There’s an Scottsdale, Arizona-branded subway car (the 42nd Street Shuttle). It’s very indicative of my mental state that instead of smirking and rolling my eyes and continuing to live my glamorous New York life, I’m seriously tempted to go to midtown around midnight with a 40, get on the S, and ride it back and forth for hours pretending I’m home.
(Source: The New York Times)
New York City Skyline and the roof tops of Brooklyn Heights at sunset overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge.
I’m trying not to dread going back to New York so badly. I just need to think of how before I know it, there will be flowering trees on Park Avenue and the Bryant Park ice skating rink will be replaced by a grassy open lawn, and then it’ll be rooftop party and Cloisters picnic season and I won’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
Mulberry Street in Little Italy, New York, c.1900
And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street!
Dream address: Mulberry (or Mott or Elizabeth) and Spring Street.
The Arm of Liberty, 1876-1882
‘The arm and torch of the Statue of Liberty in Madison Square Park, New York. These portions of the Statue were exhibited to raise funds for the completion of the statue and its pedestal. The arm and torch remained in the park from 1876 until 1882.
‘Members of the public could pay fifty cents to climb to the balcony of the torch.’
Christophe Jacrot, Winter in Town (New York City).
Aw yeah, here it comes, bitches! Snow in the city! You can’t see where you’re going! You don’t own a proper pair of boots! There are too many puddles to avoid stepping in one! No one things to bring an umbrella because hey it’s not rain and then you catch a cold! What whaaaat!
Yes to all of the above, but c’mon—when it starts snowing on Sunday afternoon and you have nothing to do for the rest of the day but watch snow pile up on your windowsill and the neighboring apartment’s roof? That’s great.