(November 23) In what is likely to be the last expedition for November, I headed from the Tree Huts in Madison Square Park to the Roosevelt Island Tram terminal to see Dylan Mortimer’s Prayer Booths. I got there just in time not to see them assembled, which was a bummer in that I saw one of them enough that I’m not likely to spend the time and money to go back. Allow me to say once again, that I despise Standard Time.
These, are the sorry excuses (kiosks) for what passes for a phone booth these days.
Above, are from our local telephone monster, Verizon.
This, would be most of a Prayer Booth. Apparently he takes them in at night, possibly due to the graffitti.
Although to be honest, the graffitti stain adds an authenticity to the Prayer Booths that would have been otherwise absent given nothing else around here is free from some kind of …. urban weathering.
In keeping with my previous Astroland theme, I probably won’t go back to see them in an assembled condition, but now that I’ve said that,….
As of now, for the first time in months, there’s nothing left in the queue here.
(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 19) Wrapping up the trip to Domino with fourteen more photos, I headed back toward home, with a quick stop to the datacenter down by Wall Street.
By all that’s going up, you’d never know that everything’s going to hell.
And lots of other stuff is coming down to make way for more.
More Bisphenol A than you can shake a stick at.
What is The Secret Behind the Door?
This place made me think of Whatah.
The neighborhood buildings are covered in artwork
Something was going on behind this door as well.
Whatever it was, it did not escape Bette Davis’s eyes.
Construction and life both go on.
This is even pervy-er than his subway ad.
This is the kind of Nine Eleven false patriotism we could all live without.
(September 7) I was determined to make it to the HOWL Festival this year. It was only a token appearance, but I made it.
Waiting for the F from Brooklyn to the East Village, I noticed we’ve got a higher grade of graffitti artist in the neighborhood
Along with some random doodling
You know you’re in the East Village when the local entertainment includes “Cannibal! The Musical”, and “Poultrygeist”
Right about now, would be really good.
It’s very Tompkins Sq. Park, yes.
He plays it well, whatever it is.