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Showing posts with label Grand Central. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grand Central. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Across Vanderbilt, in Midtown

Vanderbilt Ave, nyc
Photo by myself at 42nd Street and Vanderbilt Avenue.

Believe it or not, above Houston Street there are a handful of streets that don't have numbers for names.

Vanderbilt Avenue is a tiny street that spans just a few blocks in Midtown. Grand Central Station, which was built by Cornelius Vanderbilt in the mid-1800s, is located at southmost end of the street.

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It's been cold and dreary and grey here. We even had a spot of snow. Ugh!

Related posts: All Lit Up, on Fifth Avenue, In Neon, on Seventh Avenue, and After the Rain, in Midtown.

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Friday, January 25, 2013

From the Ramp, at Pershing Square

Chrysler bldg
Photo by myself around 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue.

Ah yes, rounding the bend at Grand Central, you get a cool glimpse of the Chrysler Building, only a block away.

This was taken from Park Avenue South, where it ramps up at Pershing Square. I've taken a lot of photos of this area, but not quite this view.

Happy Friday everyone!

Related posts: The Chrysler Building, at Night, The View Down 42nd Street, in Midtown, and On the Pershing Square Cafe and Paper Portraits.

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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Grand Central Station in Miniature, at the NYC Transit Store

Grand Central, nyc
Photo by myself at the NYC Transit Museum store, at Grand Central Station.

The 11th Annual Train Show opened on Wednesday at the NYC Transit Museum Store at Grand Central. The large model shows Grand Central, the rail tracks and many buildings including the Empire State Building.

I've mentioned the different levels of Grand Central before, and you can see it in the model above - Park Avenue slopes up north of the building so that you're on a raised platform when you get to the station. Cars wrap around the building to the front and then descend to street level via a ramp.

The storefronts on the actual street level are shown all lit up. Below that are the trains, shown with the ground cut away. Trains leave from Grand Central to upper New York, Washington DC and Connecticut daily.

Children were mesmerized by the miniature people, buildings and trains that moved back and forth. A train set is the perfect way to kick off the holiday season.

The model train is set in the Transit Museum Store, so admission is free. It will be on view until February 10th of next year.

Today is Thanksgiving Day in the States. Banks and offices are closed for the holiday. Mark and I will be driving to Long Island to have Thanksgiving dinner with his mother and friends.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Related posts: Outside Grand Central Station, in Midtown, Sharing the Sidewalk, on 42nd Street, and Grand Central, and Tall Tales.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Apple Store, Inside Grand Central

Grand Central at night
Photo by myself outside Grand Central Train Terminal, on 42nd Street and Park Avenue, in Midtown.

Monday night, I wandered over to one of my favorite buildings, Grand Central.

Was I picking up fresh ingredients for dinner at Grand Central Market, the high end food market? Or was I going to the Oyster Bar for a cup of hot chowder and a beer?

Nope. I was checking out the latest Apple Store.

Now on the east end of the Main Concourse, you can browse around on ipads to your little heart's delight. Or consult with geniuses. Or purchase the latest in i-gear.

Apple Store, Grand Central
Review the latest gadgets below discreet LED lights at the newest Apple Store. The long tables and lighting are reminiscent of an old fashioned library.

The coolest thing about this store is that it's virtually invisible from the main concourse level. There's no huge signage, no glass box. The store is open to the air on the second level, and overlooks the main space.

Despite the lack of large-scale signage, the store was abuzz with customers. And we all had a great view of the concourse below. I've taken photos in and around Grand Central, but this was the first with my Leica. It's a tricky space to photograph because it is dimly lit.

Inside Grand Central
The view of the main concourse from the Grand Central Apple Store.

Related posts: A View into Grand Central Station, The Apple Store, Continued, and Grand Central and Tall Tales.

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Friday, March 4, 2011

Outside Grand Central Station, in Midtown

Grand Central, at night
Photo by myself outside Grand Central Station, at Park Avenue and 42nd Street.

Grand Central Station is one of the most stately and photogenic buildings in New York. The lighting of the building is superb at night.

The delicate bridge in the foreground brings traffic down to Park Avenue. Cars heading south zip around the building at a higher level, then travel down a ramp to street level. It is a very cool moment in the city.

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I apologize for what I consider to be a cliche'd photo today. I worked much too late Wednesday night and while searching for a cab, I found myself outside Grand Central.

It's been so busy and stressful lately. I will spare you my complaints. Fortunately, Mark and I are off to visit LA for the weekend, for some much-needed rest and time with my parents.

This blog will keep running, of course, never fear.

Related posts: The Crowds in Grand Central, Grand Central and Tall Tales and On Street Photography and Grand Central Station.

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Thursday, April 8, 2010

On Guard Below Grand Central

Standing guard, below Grand Central
Photo by myself inside Grand Central terminal, in Midtown.

The rush of commuters at catching trains every late afternoon is a thrilling sight. Below the main terminal, exits lead to trains heading to Connecticut and upstate New York.

I'm not sure why some of the exits were being guarded by what looks like the National Guard. It's also curious why the National Guard wore camouflage gear, when all around are NOT trees, grasses or brush, but buildings and people. Strange!

Related posts: On Street Photography and Grand Central Station, The Crowds in Grand Central and Queuing up at Grand Central Terminal.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

It's Christmas All Year, at the Grand Central Market

Grand Central Station
Photo by myself outside Grand Central Station, at 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue.

The lights are up around all the major buildings here in New York, in celebration of the holidays.

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I took a walk Tuesday night to Grand Central, one of my favorite buildings. Small booths were up for holiday shopping.

What many people don't know is that there is a market hall inside that's open all year round. Very similar to the food area at Harrod's in London, Grand Central Market sells specialty foods. There is always a buzz here.

Grand Central Market
A view down the Grand Central Market. Stalls sell specialty cheeses, spices, coffees, fish, veggies, baked goods and everything else you could imagine.

Grand Central Market

Grand Central Market

At times you can get good deals - two beautiful tuna steaks for the price of one, anyone? I was sorely tempted by the huge array of cheeses at Murray's. After much browsing, I left with a half dozen decorated cupcakes for Mark's sweet tooth, from Zaro's.

For those with a little time to kill before the next train to upstate New York or Connecticut, it's the perfect place to purchase a last-minute gift.

For a list of vendors at the Grand Central Market, click here.

Related posts: Grand Central and Tall Tales, Queuing Up at Grand Central Terminal and A View into Grand Central Station.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Sharing the Sidewalk, 42nd Street

Outside Grand Central
Photo by myself outside Grand Central, at 42nd Street and Park Avenue.

The crowds during rush hour make the sidewalks tough to navigate.

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Lately I've been encountering the New York equivalent to road rage.

Monday night I walked through midtown in the midst of afternoon rush hour. People were swarming around me, some sauntering leisurely, some stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

I boarded a cramped subway that had no air-conditioning. Bad. Very, very bad.

At the first stop I scooted out onto the platform and into the next car. Better, but it was crowded and I had just a tiny space by the door.

The woman next to me (her elbow touching mine) was reading a book and drinking an iced coffee. Deeply engrossed and oblivious, she had her nose in her book and her iced coffee in my face.

AAARGH!!!

Thoughts race through my head. Confronting her with a push, declaring that of course, her coffee and book must be made comfortable. Oh, don't mind me! Who am I? Just another fare-paying customer! Be oblivious and selfish! Stay in your little world!!!!

Miraculously, I got through the ride without an explosion or homicide. It's not like this kind of thing (crowds, discomfort, loud-talking people, space invaders, wholesale stress) doesn't happen every single day in various forms. There opportunity on the subway, on the sidewalk, in line. I should be used to it by now!

To those who make the journey to and from work stuck in traffic, take heart. It can always be much, much worse!

Related posts: Queuing up at Grand Central, Grand Central and Tall Tales and The View into Grand Central Station.

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Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Oyster Bar, Grand Central Station

Oyster Bar, Grand Central
Photo by myself, at The Grand Central Oyster Bar at 42nd Street and Park Avenue.

This 'old school' restaurant is on the lower level of Grand Central Terminal. Brick arches span above, while the perimeter of the room is lined with wood paneling.

Besides a raw bar and regular seating, there are long U-shaped counters for customers, with swivel chairs. The server stands in the middle, making for a unique setting.

Those interested in sampling many different kinds of raw oysters will love this place. The establishment opened in 1913 and typically serves up several thousand oysters daily.

I've only been there a couple times and found the place pricey. Go for the ambiance.

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Did anyone see the fireworks broadcast from the Hudson?

Typically the fireworks are done along the East River, with several locations going on at once. The Brooklyn side and Manhattan side can share in the experience.

This year the fireworks were located on the West Side for a change, in honor of the 400th anniversary of Henry Hudson's discovery of the Hudson River Valley.

The fireworks this year was done to Disney-like music and were choreographed to a very rapid pace. Several barges were firing off at the same time, one gorgeous display after the other.

It was an incredible scene, befitting the occasion. Happy anniversary Henry Hudson!

Related posts: Cold Noodles and Hot Shows, Lure Fish Bar, Soho and Food Glorious Food.

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Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Crowds in Grand Central

Currency Exhange, Grand Central
Photo by myself in the main waiting room of Grand Central Station.

I spotted an elderly lady standing at the currency counter Wednesday afternoon. Only later at home did I notice that her jacket nearly matched the ornate metalwork around the window.

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Wednesday afternoon I slipped out of work a bit early to walk around. I wound up going through Bryant Park, then down 42nd Street to Grand Central. It was the middle of rush hour.

Usually I get out of work later in the day. I haven't experienced full-on human (as opposed to automobile) rush hour in a long time. I was swept along by bevies of bodies. Enormous crowds of people pushed on to cross the street, at times stopping traffic.

The waiting room of Grand Central was a madhouse. The announcer called out train after train.

Mass exodus.

Related posts: Grand Central and Tall Tales, On Street Photography and Grand Central and Life on the Edge of a Very Big Precipice (In My Little Head).

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

A View into Grand Central Station

Grand Central, NYC
Photo by myself in Grand Central, at 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue.

This image is a view approaching the main waiting room at Grand Central Station. There are three bays of windows ahead but the space is much wider, with ornate stairs and mezzanines on each end.

The main waiting room at this train station is for those waiting to travel to upstate New York, Connecticut and Long Island. The subways located in tunnels below and the stations look nothing so grand as this.

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Related posts: On Street Photography and Grand Central Station, Grand Central and Tall Tales and Queuing Up at Grand Central Terminal.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

On Street Photography and Grand Central Station

Grand Central Terminal, NYC
Photo by myself at Grand Central Terminal, at 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue.

Above, possibly one of the most breathtaking spaces in the New York, and certainly one of my favorite. The main waiting room at Grand Central is successful because of the lighting.

The main space is lit with the warm glow of incandescent lights, while frosted glass skylights provide a white light in the background. The gigantic columns are backlit by the skylights in a dramatic yet subtle way.

On Monday, the space was filled with people, most of them there to gawk at the architecture.

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For those interested in Street Photography, do visit this site belonging to Dave Beckerman, a fine New York photographer.

In this latest post, Dave shares his techniques to getting great candids out on the street. I definitely picked up a couple tricks! Dave is a longtime NYC resident, who seems to have taught himself photography. He takes a beautiful array of photographs, from landscapes to cityscapes to street candids.

Most of Dave Beckerman's images are in black and white, but you would never notice that anything was missing.

You can purchase prints of Dave Beckerman's photography, as well. To view his work, click here

Related posts: On Looking like a Tourist on a Holiday, On Grand Central and Tall Tales and Queuing Up at Grand Central Terminal.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Grand Central and Tall Tales

Grand Central, NYC
Photo by myself on Park Avenue and 42nd Street.

I took this photo from the back of a cab Tuesday night. There's a piece of Park Avenue that winds around under the Pan Am Building at 42nd Street before becoming Park Avenue South.

The view of Grand Central Terminal and the Chrysler building from below is the most striking at night.

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When you work on fancy houses, things get tricky near the end of the project.

The floors are sanded, the walls and cabinets are painted. Lights and hardware are installed. Everything has to remain pristine until the owners move in.

To keep the site clean, you remove your shoes and either pad around in socks or wear little booties. I write all this because one of my coworkers showed up to her job site Tuesday morning, only to find that she forgot to put on socks (!). She had to borrow a pair from the client before stepping across the threshold.

The story was told over lunch, in teary-eyed laughter. We spent the rest of lunch discussing whether she should launder the socks and return them to the client, or buy a new pair altogether.

Her story reminded me of a time I showed up at a job site with a huge hole in the big toe of my stockings. My toenail, painted a hot pink, kept peeking out the hole. I had to hop behind pieces of furniture to hide.

Oh the adventures we architects have at the workplace!

Related posts: Queuing Up At Grand Central Terminal, Life on the Edge of a Very Big Precipice (in my Little Head) and My First Run-In With the NYPD.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Queuing Up At Grand Central Terminal

Pershing Square, NYC
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.

Related posts: What Goes Around Comes Around, Come And Get It and Transit For The Masses.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

My First Run-In with the NYPD

East 42nd Street
Photo by myself in front of Grand Central on East 42nd Street.

Cabs, buses, hurried office workers and sauntering tourists make this a busy area. The raised, bridge-like structure of Pershing Square is out of frame to the left. Its steel rivets are mirrored by the canopy at Grand Central. The glamorous lighting and details draw me here.

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I went back to my old office today to wrap up some last minute things. I dealt with billing issues, passing off my projects and cleaning my desk. I tried getting in and out as quickly as possible, but it took a few hours.

I wound up carting off a couple big bags of stuff: old drawings, business cards, books, shoes. I was surprised I could carry it all.

Here's where the story gets interesting. I was stopped for my very first time at the subway station and searched by the NYPD!! (This beats all racial profiling speculations because I am female and I do not look Middle Eastern).

'Ma'am, can you come over here? This officer needs to look through your bags.'

I was hailed to the side, where a tallish dark-haired policeman gestured for me to put my bags on the table.

'Can you open the bags Ma'am, so I can see inside?' he said.

'Oh sure,' I said. 'I just left my job, by the way. I'm just bringing some stuff home.'

'Oh yeah? You start your new job yet?'

'No, next week.'

'Better pay?'

'Yeah sure, a little.' I felt embarrassed.

'That's wonderful. I'm happy for you,' he said. 'You have a good day, now!'

I was tickled pink by the boys in blue.

Related posts: Bridge and Tunnel

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

On Looking Like a Tourist on Holiday

Grand Central Terminal
One of my favorite public spaces in New York has to be the main room at Grand Central. Passengers headed toward upstate New York and Connecticut wait for their trains here.

With large windows letting in daylight and majestic stairways on either end, the space makes a dramatic first impression. Never mind the blue ceiling painted with constellations overhead. A couple fancy restaurants raised up from the main floor make for a fun dining experience.

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Today Mark and I had the day off. We walked across the Pulaski bridge to Long Island City, then ventured up to Midtown for a delicious lunch and some errands.

It was a beautiful, warmish day. We're never ever in Midtown, so as we walked, I looked very much like a tourist. I usually keep below 14th Street, or at least below the 20's. Looking up at the skyscrapers all around made me dizzy.

I've gotten over looking like a tourist. In my early years as a New Yorker, I feared being mistaken as one and I took particular pride when people asked me for directions.

Fortunately I've gotten over my snobbery. It's fine if people think I'm a visitor, standing in the middle of the street, gawking and taking photos.

While walking down Second Avenue this afternoon, Mark said that he can't see New York the way tourists do. He grew up in Long Island after all, and is on intimate terms with just about every block here. This is where he used to hang out with buddies after work, that's where his grandfather used to bring him when he was a kid.

I try to suspend what my brain knows and remembers, and experience the city just through my eyeballs. The camera only helps distance you from the scene.

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Monday, December 17, 2007

Life on the Edge of a Very Big Precipice (in My Little Head)


Late last night, there was a skirmish outside Mark's building. A man and a woman were fighting in raised voices. I couldn't make out any distinct words, but the tones were angry and hurried.

Instinctively, I moved from the couch to the middle of the room, away from the windows. I've seen too many stories on NY1 about people getting hit by stray bullets. Call me paranoid, but I could just see anchorman Pat Kiernan reporting about me the next morning (over and over and over).

Greenpoint is the last place you'd think something bad would ever happen. A mix of older, working class families and the new younger crowd, it's generally a sleepy place, unlike its hipper, pricier sister, Williamsburg. There are a lot of drunks, a lot of bars and a lot of churches.

Mark said,'I'm going to tell them I'm calling the police.' He tied up the garbage, zipped up his jacket, and slithered downstairs.

'&*@#(!?' I thought. '#$*@!??!'

New York isn't dangerous these days, but the possibility of danger remains. Pockets of danger are limited to the sketchier neighborhoods. It's extremely rare to know people who've been mugged or attacked.

A guy in my building on the Upper West Side had been mugged. I'd heard the BANG of the entry door four flights down. When I ran into him in the hall, he said someone tried to force his way into the vestibule as he was getting in. Frantically, he'd gotten the entry door open in time to save himself.



An acquaintance had her purse snatched by a passing car in Spanish Harlem. My friend Nancy had her apartment burgled in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. She'd come home one day to find the door hanging off its hinges. She lived on a nice street, but it was a few blocks from the sketchy part of town.

I'd witnessed a stabbing victim when I first moved here, a bike theft in broad daylight, and a guy with his pants pulled down at the 23rd Street N/R subway station. Of course there still are regular con artists who've 'lost their wallets', or help people with luggage and then demand money. Those don't count in my book.

Even though it's relatively safe, I know things happen. I've heard of women being attacked or abducted and people being pushed into oncoming trains. At the slightest inkling of danger, my instinct kicks in. I am the biggest, paranoid chicken of them all. The crazy ranting weirdos on the subway make my palms sweat. I don't walk down streets that look too deserted. I am occasionally spooked out in my own apartment.

I heard Mark's voice outside and then the other voices subsided. He came up a minute later saying, 'Heroin addicts,' and requested a hug.

'I feel sorry for those people. They were really messed up.'

I closed my eyes, relieved.


For an earlier post about New York before it got itself spiffed up, click here.

Photo by myself, near Grand Central Terminal.

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