42nd Street at dusk, 1930.
My grammy and grampy’s town. Grammy went to middle school at 42nd and 3rd, south side of the street. Every time I walk past the old building, I call and let her know I’m walking by her alma mater. And she replies, “what I can’t hear you. Are you in the city?”
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oi!! Balebustas out haggling.
Lower East Side shopping district, c. 1890.
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Sometimes I can see the appeal of this town. #NYC (Taken with Instagram)
Yeah, I can see it too. Sometimes.
Some things certainly appreciate in real estate value. This decrepit rat trap in 1976 is probably worth a metric assload of million dollar bills in 2012.
W Broadway & Broome Street, SOHO, New York. 1976
I say at dawn because the hordes of tourists are strangely missing. It could also be some sort of apocalyptic two suns in the sunset scene.
Reminds me of some sort of intricate glow-in-the-dark circuitry that has a faintly human smell about it.
Blizzard in Alleyway, Downtown NYC (by Eddie O’Bryan)