(October 31) The mission on this day was as follows: Tree Huts, Banksy, Parade. Things didn’t work out so well on any of the three counts; light and timing were the lessons of the day. Though there were people inside looking at paperwork and eating real food, Banksy’s Village Pet Store & Charcoal Grill closed eariler than was reported by the press and all I got was a glimpse through the windows.
Oddly enough, I suppose I didn’t really miss too much, it’s a small store.
I could see more than I could realistically photograph through the windows.
These things breed like rats, there’s as many cameras as rodents in this city.
… the same ones that ten thousand other people took.
(October 31 & November 23) Unless you grew up in a city or a suburban area that isn’t quite ready to admit it has become urban, there’s probably a tree house in your past somewhere. While the Tadashi Kawamata Tree Huts in Madison Square Park aren’t real, they evoke memories of the tree houses of childhood. If they were real, it just wouldn’t work. Half would be occupied by squatters, the other half would have been rented out for $1200 a month by unlicensed real estate swindlers.
Unfortunately, it was already getting dark when I arrived. I hate Standard Time.
Still, I took photos, not knowing if I’d be back.
On November 23, two days after the exhibit officially ended, I went back. It was getting late again, though not as bad as last time. I still hate Standard Time.
The squirrels lend an air of authenticity to the tree huts.
Next stop…. the Prayer Booths at the Roosevelt Island Tramway.
(October 19) Those showing up today got a free wooden cheapo-crap set of dominos. The view was much more worth the trip.
(October 19) Now that the developer of the Domino Sugar Refinery in Williamsburg is making nice with the community, they held an open house. I arrived to find a lot of people like myself, taking photographs, as well as many milling around, and sitting at tables, drinking wine and eating cheese that they’d brought with them. The property does have quite a view.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen these guys on a Sunday afternoon before.
There’s a lot going on behind all these closed doors.
There’s a story here, I just don’t know what.
I think I saw this place on Gothamist.
It’s a very colorful neighborhood.
This is what you see at the end of the entrance path.
(October 14) I go to the Hudson Park Library twice a month, but stop just before the park next to the library, which in a nearly infinite New York sort of way, isn’t called Hudson Park, but rather the James J. Walker park. Walker himself, the man the park was named for, was an infamously corrupt mayor who actually fled the country in fear of prosecution. Naturally, a park was named in his honor.
Despite having surely seen it before, when I was last in the park about two years ago, it failed to register in my mind, and thus I was a little surprised when I noticed there was a genuine Keith Haring mural on the wall by the pool.
Nobody Expects The Surprise Haring!