Not A Bad View From Here

Photo by myself of lower Manhattan, from the Brooklyn Promenade.

As a thing, New York is pretty neat to look at.

Despite the perks of living in New York, I know a few people leaving the city soon.

One, an ex-coworker, is looking to move out West. One of Mark's friends is moving to Maine, to pursue a healthier lifestyle and put money toward a house.

Today I learned that a friend of a friend just lost her job. She's in law and she's expecting, and may have to sell her apartment.

Not to say there's a mass exodus going on from New York. People come and go all the time.

This place, it is always changing.

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Italian Ice, East Village

Photo by myself in the East Village, around 2nd Avenue and St. Mark's Place.

This fellow quite enjoyed being in my viewfinder.

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It's getting to be too late in the season to have Italian ice. New York is going through an early cold spell. Brisk winds are sending everyone into their Fall wardrobe.

Brrrr!

Happy Friday, everyone.

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Policing the Subway, Midtown

Photo by myself in Midtown, around 34th Street and 6th Avenue.

There was something going on outside the subway, Wednesday. There were police, a police dog, flack jackets and very large guns.

When I encounter such groups, I'm not sure whether to feel more or less safe.

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I really enjoy taking photos of the NYPD.

They're always in uniform, and the uniforms are dark, which means that they cut a strong, photogenic silhouette.

You'd think it's hard to look good in pants and a bulletproof vest, but these folks generally do a great job.

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Wednesday Portraits - The New York Times

Photo by myself in Midtown, around 34th Street and 6th Avenue.

A fellow had fallen sleep sitting up, while the world walked by on the sidewalk. FOr some reason, everyone seemed to be wearing jeans.

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A while back I started posting about other New York blogs on Wednesdays, in a series I called Wednesday Portraits.

It was a noble cause, but a silly one, mainly because I had a hard time finding other New York sites that posted reliably.

I've since found the best source for a blog overview, none other than The New York Times. The Times has a whole section online devoted to regional news and New York blogs.

Recently, this blog made it to Times' blogroll, as well as to the blog highlights page, Blogtalk. Blogtalk is a daily newswire of sorts, listing interesting tidbits culled from blogs around the city.

There are over 100 blogs listed, and they're categorized by genre - People and Neighborhoods, News, General Interest, Politics.

It's pretty incredible to think that such an institution as the New York Times would put its ear to the ground, reading blogs, but they do.

Check it out.

Wednesday Portraits is an ongoing, not-at-all regular installment featuring other New York blogs.

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A Moment Alone in the East Village

Photo by myself in the East Village, around 2nd Avenue and 10th Street.

This fellow heard me sneaking up on him (drat!). He looked to be on a short break from work.

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In the mornings, the headline news flits on the LCD screen in the elevator - celebrity gossip, weather, word of the day, stock market.

All the elevators in the city with LCD screens are connected to the same feed. So you can get out of one elevator and into another without missing a beat. I bet the bike messengers have this unsettling experience as they go from building to building.

For the couple minutes that you're in the elevator, standing on top of perfect strangers, the LCD screen is a welcome distraction.

It's like looking over the shoulder of a fellow passenger in the subway - you can focus on their New York Post instead of the guy in front of you, behind you and to the sides.

Space to yourself is a real luxury here. Enjoy it when you can.


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Shopping on St. Mark's Place

Photo by myself on St. Mark's Place in the East Village.

This block is well-known for its characters and sights. You can get pierced, tatooed, fed and outfitted.

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I was walking around this street Saturday, just after noon. Many of the stores were still closed up, their metal doors rolled down.

There are tons of bars and music venues in this area. It is decidedly grungy.

You'll find chalkboard signs outside bearing a whole list of bands, many of them young and emerging. People hang out on the sidewalks until the very early hours, smoking, chatting, drinking and just hanging out.

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On The Sidewalk, Chinatown

Photo by myself in Chinatown near the Manhattan Bridge.

A man listens to music while keeping an eye on pedestrian traffic.

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I shot the above photo from the passenger seat of the car Saturday morning. Mark and I made a trip into the East Village for some errands and lunch.

The sidewalks were crowded with people. In the space of thirty minutes, I encountered two large tour groups around St. Mark's Place and Second Avenue.

I imagine things will settle down as the weather gets colder. Until then, we'll have learn how to share the sidewalks.

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Dusk Among Towers

Photo by myself, on Park Avenue around 53rd Street.

I'm sure many people think of scenes like this when they think of New York City - many, many tall buildings.

Most of the offices in this area I believe are financial. Maybe there's an advertising agency behind some of those panes of glass, too?

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The economic climate is making my industry shudder.

Architecture and construction typically lags behind everything else. When the market goes down, future projects are put on hold. Current projects, however, usually have enough funds to keep going to the finish. A half-finished building is no use to anyone.

I've been hearing of layoffs at other architectural firms, and large projects that have fallen through. Lots of people in finance find they can no longer afford to build their dream homes, and abandon the project until better times.

Where does that leave us architects? Shaking in our shoes, I guess, and putting in overtime on projects we have.

I find something reassuring in the above photo - all those tall buildings aren't going anywhere. They may change hands, they may sit half-empty. But these guys are here to stay.

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New Yawk Tawk

Photo by myself, somewhere in Brooklyn.

Who says New Yorkers aren't direct?!

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For the most part, I find there are two types of New Yorkers.

There are those that mind their own business - you could be lost, map in hand, twirling about, and they just walk by. And there are those that don't mind their own business - you could be lost, and they come over to you, offering opinions about your choice of clothing.

You gotta love it.

Happy Friday everyone!

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Society's Trash

Photo by myself in Penn Station.

A homeless man seeks out a hint of privacy and shut eye.

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I cannot imagine living on the streets. I bet you're always hungry, thirsty and tired, no matter what you do.

My days have been rather repetitive lately, since I've been busy, but I've noticed homeless people on all the streets I'm on.

Maybe it's just those particular streets? There is always the guy sitting on one corner with one leg, his amputated stump exposed. There is always the man in the subway station with large pieces of luggage stuffed full.

It's rather depressing. The longer I take photos, the more I notice of the homeless. It's a problem that will not go away.

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Queuing Up At Grand Central Terminal

Photo by myself on Park Avenue around 40th Street.

Park Avenue becomes elevated and wraps around Grand Central Terminal, which makes for a cool ride. Cabs making the journey uptown, were piled up in traffic.

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Once again, tickets have gone on sale for The New Yorker Festival, showcasing the writers, thinkers, movers and shakers of today from Oct. 3rd to Oct 5th.

Among the many participants this year are Clint Eastwood, Malcolm Gladwell, Ethan Hawke, Stephen Colbert and Salman Rushdie. Mark and I have gone in past years, and we've seen Steve Martin, Malcolm Gladwell, (the late) Richard Avedon and David Byrne, in mesmerizing talks and interviews.

Steve Martin broke out his banjo of course, alongside other bluegrass players. David Byrne played his acoustic guitar in the intimacy of the Knitting Factory and spoke honestly about his career.

Get your tickets while you can. The more popular venues may already be sold out.

For the schedule of New Yorker Festival events, click here.

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Working It

Photo by myself of a pedicab driver in Central Park.

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Mark thought I've been posting too many pedicab drivers. But I love these guys. They seem Old World to me, like the gondola drivers in Venice.

My boyfriend Mark expects to be working again Monday night until 3 am (!).

I'm sure it varies according to where you live, but New Yorkers tend to work a lot.

My first job in New York was with a large office, where we worked routinely until 9 or 10 every night.

There were social pressures to stay late, even if there wasn't an immediate emergency. One coworker had tickets to a Knicks playoffs game and had to come into the office after the game was over.

I'd forget to pay my credit card balances. I'd forget to get my hair cut. I'd get to the office, work through dinner, catch a cab home, and do it again the next day. It was awful. I never went to the gym, and I was too tired to socialize.

After a few months, I left that job. It was time to start living.

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NYPD Blues

Photo by myself of the NYPD on the Upper West Side.

These fellas look rather serious in their uniforms, but there was no danger in sight.

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I've been digging into the stash for photos lately; the weather wasn't so good this weekend, and both Mark and I had to go into the office.

Mark is working on a big sales pitch due out next week. It's 11:45 pm on a Sunday night, and he's still in the editing room.

Poor thing.

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Life At the Time & Life Building, Midtown

Photo by myself around 54th Street and Sixth Avenue.

A couple stood together, looking intently into the distance.

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Looking back at the last few days, it looks like I've been taking photos of a lot of peoples' backs lately.

The 'Life' in the above photo is a part of the sign for the 'Time & Life' Building, one of buildings that form Rockefeller Center, in Midtown. It was named for Time and Life magazines, which originally occupied 21 floors in the building.

I'm very rarely in this neighborhood, though I work 20 blocks away. This area is very 'business-y' and 'hard' to me, and probably represents New York to many people - tall buildings, workers dressed for success, movers and shakers.

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No Hair At The West 4th Courts

Photo by myself, at the basketball courts at West 4th Street, in The Village.

A group of onlookers during a serious basketball game a while back. There was hardly any room on the sidewalk to get by.

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While reviewing this photo, Mark made a comment about how glossy the heads were. I didn't realize I'd taken a photo of so many bald guys.

Mark shaves his head and considers himself bald. The do-it-yourself hair care is good and bad. Good in that you never have to pay for a haircut, and bad in that you have to shave your head every few days.

I always get called over for the inspection.

'Is it okay? How does it look?' I weave and bob, looking for abnormalities. But what does he expect? An errant ponytail?

(I am so glad I'm a girl!)

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Seven Years Ago

Photo by myself around 6th Avenue and 34th Street.

Not exactly Baby Bjorn, this baby backpack looks authentic.

The fabric had some nice embroidery to it in reds and greens. The rest of the photo was a mess of colors - purplish grey asphalt, the dingy bricks and maroon overhangs of the restaurant across the street.

It looked best in monochrome.

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Posting a day ahead of time, I didn't realize it was September 11th once again.

Yesterday on the job site, the contractor for the job I'm working on asked me whether I'd been in New York seven years ago.

We traded stories that were similar to other stories I've heard. They were brief stories about how fearful that day had been, not knowing what was going on, whether it had just been an accident, realizing it was no accident, then wondering what was next.

The contractor had been working on a renovation in Brooklyn. Standing on a rooftop, he saw everything.

I was working on lower Fifth Avenue, where you can see straight downtown. I saw plumes of smoke, and heard snippets of the news blaring on car radios outside. It was chaotic yet deathly silent.

Anyway, I don't want to dwell on the tragedy because part of me still cannot believe it happened. But then, I couldn't write nothing at all.

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Subway Sunset - On the Ride Home

Photo by myself, as the N train crossed the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn.

It was a spectacular sunset Wednesday. Hardened New Yorkers, tired from work, cannot help but swing around for a look.

You can see lights on the Brooklyn Bridge in the background, and graffiti scratched on the glass.

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It's slowly getting darker earlier.

On the ride home, usually between 7 and 8, I can catch a glimmer of the night sky out the subway window.

Often people flip their cell phones open during this time, making a quick call or text message, before the subway submerges again into darkness.

Or people take the time to nap and miss everything.





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Window Dressing At The Little Pie

Photo by myself at The Little Pie Company, at 9th Avenue and 43rd Street.

This little establishment sells pies, cakes and cupcakes to the public and restaurants.

I heard that it all started when an unemployed actor pedaled his apple pie to a neighborhood restaurant (the store is located in the theater district). An order was placed and business began. That was 20 years ago.

Now around Thanksgiving, people line the street for apple, blueberry and cherry pies. They make key lime pie, carrot cake and German chocolate cake, too.

I once passed by around Thanksgiving and thought it was a picket line!

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I used to work near the above Little Pie Company. For birthdays, the office would order a couple of their delicious cakes or pies. I have nothing but fond memories of their desserts.

Mark and I visited with his Mom on Sunday, to celebrate her birthday. We had some mini-pies and cakes. It brought back memories.

You can order their delicious goods online, here.

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Cats on Leashes

Photo by myself on the Promenade, in Brooklyn Heights.

These cats were relaxing on a bench outside, near a busy walkway. Like the rest of us, they were enjoying the great weather Sunday afternoon.

As can be expected, the white one pretended not to notice me. His tabby friend sat safely tucked away in shadow.

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You would think that a house cat would be the last animal to be found on a leash.

You would think, because they are typically defensive creatures, who like to roam a defined territory, and they don't like to take orders. But I've seen more than a few cats on leashes in the city.

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The View From the Promenade

Photo by myself at the Brooklyn Promenade, in Brooklyn Heights.

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The view from the Brooklyn Promenade of Lower Manhattan is pretty neat-o.

Saturday it rained all day, and we were cooped up inside with the television, online scrabble and Cheetos (can you spell 'headache?').

On Sunday, Mark and I went into the city to celebrate his Mom's birthday. We lunched and walked around a little in Hell's Kitchen, which has undergone some major changes. There were new restaurants everywhere, making it look a lot like Chelsea, a colorful neighborhood 20 blocks south.

Later in the afternoon, we drove across the East River back to Brooklyn. Just about everyone was walking along the Promenade, enjoying the view and the amazing weather.

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Police Line, Do Not Cross

Photo by myself, in Columbus Circle last week.

One of the policemen shutting down the streets for the NFL concert. There were police dogs on short leashes brought in, too, though the crowd was rather tame.

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It used to be that there was more animosity toward the NYPD in the city.

In times of racial conflict, 'New York's finest' were a symbol of repression, and a reminder that the city wasn't so safe a place. After 9/11, people felt gratitude toward uniformed personnel (the firefighters, 'New York's bravest', were undoubtedly the heroes).

These days the feeling toward the police is indifferent. I see groups of police together in subway stations, sometimes carrying large weapons. I see them checking bags. I see them directing traffic or writing parking violations. I see them giving directions to visitors.

They are doing their jobs like the rest of us, keeping the city as orderly as possible.

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Celebrating Another Week

Photo by myself at Cafe Steinhof, an Austrian restaurant in Park Slope, Brooklyn.

Mark and I love this place, which serves schnitzel, potato pancakes and sauerbrauten. It has a homey vibe with a long wood bar and special events, like movie night Sundays.

Oh, and did I mention the bar?

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I'm wondering whether I should post a bar scene every Friday.

It turns out I posted a similar photo in April. I'm not sure which one I prefer.

Mark and I don't frequent many bars. We've become homebodies who stick to a handful of very good, trusty restaurants. If only I were more young at heart and adventuresome!

Here's to the weekend.

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The Latest Urban Adventure

Photo by myself, around Broadway and 57th Street.

A concert kicking off the NFL season halted traffic around Columbus Circle Thursday afternoon. Roads were blocked off and crowds watched a raised stage and giant lcd screen.

Keith Urban, performed, among others. The concert was broadcast on television.

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I walked through crowds today as the NFL concert started. It was mild mayhem.

The city became a live studio audience, and streets were shut down. The police were everywhere. A coworker said she was stuck in a cab, racking up a $20 fare.

New York never struck me as a football kind of town, but I guess since the Giants won the Superbowl last year, a celebration was in order.

The footage in Columbus Circle must have been amazing, with the view of the Park and the Time Warner building, a looming glass tower by the architecture firm Skidmore, Owings and Merrill.

Thursday's concert reminds me of the All Star Parade that took place earlier this summer near Bryant Park for baseball fans. Thousands of New Yorkers encountered barricaded streets during lunchtime, me among them.

With all the shut-downs and Bloomberg's plans for pedestrian lanes, I'm wondering whether New York will become a completely pedestrian city? It seems we're headed that way.

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Nice Set of Wheels

Photo by myself outside Macy's at Broadway and 34th Street.

I think the rule of thumb around here is that if it has wheels and has a place for advertising, it will be driven around. Here, a new fangled pedicab waits for passengers.

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Speaking of New York and vehicles, have you seen the new Grand Theft Auto 4?

You are 'Nico', a recent immigrant in 'Liberty City' that looks very similar to New York. You break into cars, steal them and attempt to complete missions, while trying to outwit the police.

All the boroughs are represented - 'Algonquin' is Manhattan, 'Broker' is 'Brooklyn', and 'Bohan' is the Bronx. The street layout, buildings and traffic patterns are relate to real life.

The buildings and cityscape are pretty amazing, including the Statue of Liberty, lower Manhattan and New Jersey. Mark just received this game from ebay and he's completely and utterly addicted.

Here's the preview video:


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It's The Unofficial End of Summer

Photo by myself of a sandwich board outside a liquor store in Brooklyn.

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They say Labor Day is the last unofficial day of summer.

It makes sense - Labor Day marks the beginning of the school year. Mark and I were wandering around the NYU area last week, and we ran into crowds of returning students flooding the sidewalks.

For those who celebrated Labor Day and had to get back to work, was Tuesday tough or what?!

Pour me a drink!

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Fuerzabruta, Now Thrilling Union Square

Photo by myself at a Fuerzabruta show in Union Square.

This performance group has had an extended run in Union Square. I'd say it's an edgier relative of Cirque du Soleil.

The show is original, romantic, interactive and unexpected. The crowd moves around as music blares, papers fly and performers do the wildest things.

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I'm usually a hard sell in terms of venues, but I was pretty wowed when we saw a Fuerzabruta show last week.

I don't want to give much away, except that there's loud percussive music, and wind machines, and actors swimming in mid-air.

Mark is tough to please, but all throughout the show, he was saying, 'Wow, that's cool' and 'Wow...!'

Tickets are $75 and performances run all week, except Mondays. I'm sure this group will be in town for a while, but I would go sooner rather than later. You can see many more snippets of the show on the Fuerzabruta website.


(Above, audience members in the foreground, the actor in the spotlight).





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CDP Theme Day - Sister Cities

Photo by Zsolt, of the Daily Photo blog Budapest Daily Photo.

Nope, this isn't a bridge in New York. It's actually a scene from Budapest.

The monthly Theme Day among the daily photo blogs this month is 'Sister Cities'. Blogs were encouraged to post a photo of their sister city, by either visiting the other city or swapping photos with another Daily Photo site.

Click here to view thumbnails for all participants

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Zsolt, of Budapest Daily Photo, took the above photo of the gorgeously festooned Chain Bridge, a well-known suspension bridge in Budapest.

Budapest is one of New York's several sister cities (our other sister cities include Tokyo, Beijing, Cairo, Madrid, Rome, Jerusalem and Johannesburg). Zsolt had suggested to swap photos of bridges, so I sent him a photo of the Brooklyn Bridge.

Our photos are remarkably similar. Though my photograph was taken in the morning and Zsolt's at night, both images are focused on one of the bridges' piers, and both show a part of the city beyond.

I have yet to visit Budapest, and hope to someday. I imagine a cosmopolitan city of great culture, history and people.

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Tomorrow's New York Giants

Photo by myself, at the soccer fields in Red Hook, Brooklyn.

Not all city kids play stickball or basketball. There are public parks and fields ready for sport.

During a game of peewee football, these fellows looked like gladiators.

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Mark and I revisited the food carts in Red Hook, unable to keep ourselves away from watermelon juice, fresh tacos and grilled chorizo.

In a nearby field, a peewee football game was starting up. Just above was the elevated highway.

There were crowds of adults, cheerleading squads and linespeople. Later as play started, there was serious yelling going on about an off-sides call.

This was a serious game, and it turned out that the players were only 8 years old. Mark and I were flabbergasted.





Tomorrow - a photo from New York's sister city, Budapest!

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More of the Brooklyn Bridge

Photo by myself of the Brooklyn Bridge.

The piers and cables of this bridge are so striking.

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Mark and I had gone to a park along the Brooklyn waterfront last weekend to take some photos.

We were close to the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, and you could see the 59th Street bridge in the background. Most of the iconic bridges are on the East Side of Manhattan.

The George Washington Bridge is to the east, but way up North beyond Harlem. The Lincoln Tunnel links Manhattan to New Jersey.

The view was panoramic. The view at night, though, is really spectacular. Next time we'll have to go at sunset with a tripod.

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What Goes Around Comes Around

Photo by myself on Lexington Avenue, around 26th Street.

A small stretch along Lexington is known for Indian restaurants and spice stores.

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This photo reminds me of the 60s, from the woman's silhouette. I actually took it a couple months ago.

Speaking of fashion, there's a wonderful article about the legendary Marc Jacobs the September 1st 'Style' issue of The New Yorker.

Around the same time each year, the New Yorker publishes an issue chock full of articles on fashion and shopping. The timing coincides with New York Fashion Week, when fashion designers show their work in big tents in Bryant Park.

The article on Jacobs is wonderful and honest. Until recently, Jacobs dressed in a shlumpy way. Now after a lifestyle overhaul that includes daily 2 1/2-hour stints at the gym, he is buff and handsome.

I can attest to this. Only a few years ago, I saw him walking around Soho with big thick glasses, white sneakers, long hair and baggy jeans. He was the epitomy of 'geek chic'.

It's nice to know you can emerge from your cocoon in your 40's. Here's to not-so-mini makeovers!

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Swimming Upstream

Photo by myself looking up Fifth Avenue, around 40th Street.

It's been gorgeous out, cool and sunny. New Yorkers suffer through the humid summer and brutal winter for days like this.

The city is overrun with visitors, while many people are out on vacation. It's the last gasp of summer.

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One of the projects I've been working on has been ramping up.

It's a medium-sized apartment on Central Park West, with a couple bedrooms, a study, library, kitchen, living and dining rooms. There are his and her dressing rooms and several bathrooms.

Anyway, the schedule is ambitious, as always. Every client wants their home done right away.

I don't blame them. The design process is involved and emotional. It's a commitment on many levels. You're giving a big heap of money to someone and trusting that it will all turn out all right. Then the first thing they do is demolish your apartment.

The project manager on the construction side, Roger, is the son of the owner of the construction company. All this time we've been waiting for approvals and a permit, so I've been talking to him on the phone.

On several occasions I asked, 'How do you think we're doing with the schedule? If we get all the paperwork next week, will we still make the deadline?'

Roger was repeatedly vague, but expressed 'cautious optimism' that we were still on time. I wrote emails to the client - Roger says this, Roger says that. In Roger's opinion, we'll just make it.

Finally this week I met Roger on site. Roger turns out to be 16 years old! Well, he looks 16. Perhaps he's a youthful looking 17?

Ahhhh!

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From Under the Bridge

Photo by myself, from the Brooklyn waterfront.

A city worker takes a moment to admire the Manhattan skyline. Above and out of frame are the Brooklyn Bridge and one of the temporary waterfalls, an urban installation by Olafur Eliasson.

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This past weekend, Mark and I drove to the park near the Brooklyn waterfront, for some photos.

It was early and slightly overcast. The city was just waking up.

Street vendors were setting up their stalls nearby. Under tents, they stacked fresh vegetables and flowers from nearby farms. Meanwhile, the waterfall below the bridge was running at full force.

A couple people walked their dogs or jogged by. No one was around, but Mark and I spoke in quiet whispers.

It was like the few of us had the whole view of Manhattan to ourselves.

More photos of the Brooklyn Bridge, to follow.

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The Hipster Olympics

Photo by myself on the subway platform.

Not every subway platform has a newspaper stand. Sometimes they're outside the gate, by the tollbooth. Sometimes they're above ground.

They're great for getting a snack, a pack of gum, the latest celeb gossip. These stands can be good company during late hours, when you're all alone on the platform, waiting for the train.

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Did anyone catch the credits for the Olympics Sunday night?

If you stayed awake late enough, you were in for a treat. A montage showed the highs and lows of the Summer Games.

You can see the awesome video here.

I was struck by the lows, by far. There is so much focus on the winners, and for every three winners, there are dozens of competitors who don't make it to the podium.

For the New York version, here's a video of the 'Hipster Olympics'. Hipsters are the breed of young folk who stroll around, their hair rumpled and bed-headed. Mark calls them 'Hipster Douchebags' because they bother him so.

The clip has some classic shots of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where hipsters are in their natural environment:



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Sharing a Moment

Photo by myself, in Brooklyn.

I took this photo somewhere in Carroll Gardens, as Mark and I drove home from our lunch on Saturday.

A woman and her patient little dog were enjoying some time together. The usual city litter decorate the bench and sidewalk.

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Mark has his heart set on getting a puppy.

He was told about a recent litter of Boston Terriers, the breed he's now in love with. There was a photo of a recent batch, all black and white and helpless looking.

We'll see what happens. I don't like the idea of pure bred cats and dogs, when so many are neglected and can't find homes, but this is his thing, and I won't stand in his way.

Photos to follow, of course.

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A La Carte

Photo by myself, near the soccer fields in Red Hook, Brooklyn.

You can sample foods from various countries every weekend between May and November from parked food carts. Central American, South American and Carribean foods are represented: chorizo on a stick, roasted corn, ceviche, tacos, pupusas and various fruit drinks.

You can read an article about the weekly event, here.

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Mark and I lunched with friends Saturday, in Red Hook. We sat out on the grass, sampling delicious foods from the numerous trucks parked nearby.

We wolfed down a couple pork tacos wrapped in fresh corn tortillas, a spicy red ceviche with shrimp, and a cool watermelon drink.

After a short break, we shared roasted chorizo on little slices of bread, and pupusas - fried pancakes, stuffed with pork and cheese, with a side of slaw.

Mark was so entranced with everything, he's pledged our next several weekends to return visits. Delicious!

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The Sticks

Photo by myself in upstate New York.

Not exactly New York City. The photo above is from our trip upstate last weekend. Mark and I attended a party a couple hours north of Manhattan, in Columbia County, New York.

Being among acres of greenery and a spring-fed pond hit the spot. The nice thing about New York is that given a set of wheels and a little time, you can get out to nature quite easily.

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I hope everyone is enjoying the last precious bits of summer.

Day trips are easily accessible destinations just outside the five boroughs of New York City.

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Step Lively

Photo by myself, in Midtown, on Sixth Avenue.

Part of business is just getting the word out. Some people dress in costume, others hand out fliers. Walking down the sidewalk is very much like an obstacle course, especially during rush hour.

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The sidewalks are teeming with people, much, much more than usual.

Europeans must be getting great deals, with the exchange rate. Whole families with little kids saunter down the street next to harried business people and commuters. Often, I will look across the street and see a mass of people surging in one direction or the other.

The sidewalks are overflowing. People walk along the street edge, tempting fate with traffic speeding by. The crowds push forward, impatient for the traffic lights to change.

So far, I haven't seen any accidents (this year). Knock wood.

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Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Photo by myself, of the metal scrap yards near the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn.

Cars along the overpass above, are headed into Manhattan.

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I'm assuming all this metal is going to be recycled and reused.

Metal is like that. Steel, especially, since its strength remains unchanged after being melted down.

In Manhattan, believe it or not, not all the office buildings recycle paper. The recycling bins might be there, office workers may dutifully separate their trash, but if the maintenance company for the building doesn't support recycling, all the waste will be mixed up again and placed at the curb.

In the last couple of offices where I've worked, this has been the case. It didn't help to lobby, plead with or bribe the cleaning crew.

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Rent

Photo by myself, in Park Slope, Brooklyn.

Brownstone buildings are typical of the neighborhood. On the main streets, stores, restaurants, bars and cafes typically populate the ground level.

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Yet another friend of mine is finding herself priced out of Brooklyn.

The largest of the five boroughs, Brooklyn is located across the East River from Manhattan. Commuters like me take the subway below ground or over bridges to get to work each day.

I lived in Manhattan on the Upper West Side for more than ten years, but I somehow feel more attached to Brooklyn. It's mellow here, down to earth, rich with diversity, restaurants and goings on.

I suggested Jersey City and Hoboken to my friend, on the other side of the Hudson River, as less expensive alternatives. She'd be living in New Jersey rather than New York, but there are tons of young people out there and a busy real estate market.

I'm reminded of a coworker who moved home to Texas, after doing some math - she found that she earned as much in New York after paying her rent as she would if she were working in McDonald's in Texas. Except here, she was working crazy, stressful hours in a major design firm.

I hope she's happy back home.

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Just Desserts

Photo by myself in Brooklyn.

Here's another photo from our walk around the neighborhood this weekend. On the summer streets, you can get a serving of shaved ice with flavored syrup to cool yourself off.

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Speaking of street vendors, there was a report last night on the local news of a couple kids and their lemonade stand in Battery Park City.

The stand was temporarily shut down by a city park guard because they didn't have a permit (!!!!). (I was trying to find a link to the story, but it hasn't made it to the internet).

The kids told the reporter they'd offer the mayor half price on their lemonade. Eventually, the police recanted and they were allowed back to business.

This city can be a little nuts.

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I Scream, You Scream

Photo by myself in Park Slope, Brooklyn.

There are a few Uncle Louie G's in Brooklyn, ice cream stands with a window out on the sidewalk. Each features a huge variety of ice cream, Italian ices, shakes and other treats.

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Sunday, Mark and I took a nice long walk around our neighborhood, Park Slope.

It was a gorgeous summer day, cool and sunny, resembling mid-September more than August. The whole neighborhood seemed to be sauntering about too, enjoying the day.

We passed by organic vegetable stands, outdoor cafes and stoop sales. There were places serving Peruvian food, French food, falafel and ribs. Couples were out pushing baby carriages, or walking their dogs. Others walked about hand in hand, smiling into the sunshine.

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The Majestic Ansonia

Photo by myself, of the Ansonia, an established apartment building on the Upper West Side, at 72nd Street and Broadway. This building has a glorious history of guests, including Arturo Toscanini, Igor Stravinsky and Babe Ruth.

For more information and photos of this elaborate landmark, click here.

There's something about dusk and the streetlights in this photo that reminds me of the holidays.

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Mark and I got home late Saturday, from a full afternoon in 'the country' for an office picnic.

It took nearly 3 hours to drive each way to Columbia County, an area of rolling hills and farmland. It was great to get out from the hustle and bustle to fresh air and a thousand shades of green.

It's hard to believe it's mid-August already. Soon I'll be posting photos of the first snow and holiday shopping.

For now, though, we'll just enjoy the last breath of summer: barbeques, hot dogs, kids running around, too much wine and good conversation.

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We Don't Do Windows

Photo by myself in Soho, on Grand Street and Lafayette.

I love the sheer quantity of detail that is found on buildings in Soho. Each building seems decidedly different, with columns, moldings, generous old windows and elaborate cornices up top.

If you like architectural details at all, visit this neighborhood and look up. It's all too easy to be distracted by the hip boutiques, street vendors and cobblestones at street level.

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It's hard to believe that people live in Soho. Many of the buildings have enormous double hung windows, like the ones shown above.

This morning, a friend and I were chit-chatting about windows. She was saying you might leave one open, only to return to a thin layer of grime on the sill.

Not much stays clean. At my old apartment on the Upper West Side, I'd leave the window open and find a layer of dirt mixed with the tiny fluff of pigeons (urgh!).

So yeah, when they call the city 'gritty', that be true.

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