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10/22/10

NYC Cast as Villain

Barclays Capital burns money thru its lit facade near Times Square

One nasty recurring thought I've had over the years is "Now that NYC is run by and for Wall Street and the global aristocracy, who's going to give a f*ck if the terrorists blow it up?"

The answer is, of course, no one.  As A Favorite Villain in Election Ads: New York City [NYT] reports, politicians -- mainly Democrats -- are running ads that equate the city with Wall Street.

Nine years ago, after 9/11, NYC was a symbol of fortitude under fire.  Now political ads feature NYC tourist sites as the narrator sneers "That's the way they do it... on Wall Street."

I guess that might insult some sensitive New Yorkers, but I wish every Democrat had the spine to demonize Wall Street.  And if some of the demon blood spatters the city, well tough luck -- that's the price of selling your soul.

In the article Mayor Bloomberg defends NYC's financial services industry as a bastion of middle class jobs, pointing out that half its workers make $71,000 or less (neglecting to mention that the average Wall Street salary is $392,000).

Bloomberg made his fortune building a computer network that democratized Wall Street gambling, and helped -- along with all the other financial "innovations" we've seen -- spread its poison throughout the economic system.

Maybe he really believes the average citizen has the desire and ability to become a full time capitalist, placing bets and dreaming up new ways to turn air into gold along with millions of other financial alchemists out there.  But if he does it's because he hasn't got the empathy to imagine people not like himself.

For years we've heard arguments that NYC has always been all about change, money and power -- mainly from hustlers who profit from acceptance of that attitude -- and it's valid to an extent.  We've heard that NYC is just going through the same inevitable changes -- thanks to globalization, the web & cellphones, and corporate concentration -- that have turned everywhere else into the same place, just with different branches of the same conglomerates, and helped create a world increasingly split in two, with connected islands of wealth floating on a sea of increasing misery.

But what's missing from these arguments is any notion of what made NYC special -- at both the sidewalk and mythical levels -- or any desire to shape its future in a meaningful way that does not serve the needs of people who already have too much money.  They use the term "change" to suggest renewal, as they erase humble neighborhoods and replace them with the standard units favored by global aristocracy; they look at NYC the same way a suburban developer looks at barren land.

Somehow it all seems to go together -- all the bank buildings and corporate ads in Times Square, all the shiny new luxury condos and chain stores, the High Line and other gold plated attractions, the suburban bike trails.  All part of a package meant to attract people who used to live in upscale suburbs, that just happens to force out the honest, humble commerce and culture that make urban living worthwhile.

Times Square is the center of the (media/shared) world.  It becomes more intensely hollow all the time, as ads creep from the billboards onto the buildings, and corporations plant their flagship stores.  The village square -- where civic and national victories were celebrated -- now serves to dazzle and congratulate consumers for their good citizenship, for their consumption.  It is a sterilized boardwalk experience, with all the life squeezed out by corporate calculation.

And Bloomberg and his enablers have done their best to sterilize the rest of NYC in the same way, block by luxury block, so the people on top can profit from the life squeezed out, and Wall Street worker drones can live in the antiseptic environment they prefer, with plenty of places nearby to spend their money.  The process leaves zero room for anything unexpected, and pushes out anyone who has not sold their soul in the same way they have.

Their vision of NYC is "urban" in the same way a paper company tree plantation is a "forest."  It's a stainless plastic resort where wealth can recline in comfort, and be pampered with the service it believes it deserves, while it admires itself.

I would hope this round of demonization would shame them into leaving NYC, but these people are shameless.

Update: Want a 20% Raise? Work on Wall Street

10/19/10

Empire State Light


The Empire State Building.  Softly lit above, from the Williamsburg Bridge.  Below, with its top shrouded in fog, from 8th Ave. in the high 20s.

10/18/10

Village Tower Scaffolding 2


Closeups of scaffolding on the tower of Jefferson Market Courthouse at 6th Ave. & 10th St. in Greenwich Village.

10/13/10

Brooklyn Bridge Chutes


Corrugated metal chutes have been installed on parts of the Brooklyn Bridge for maintenance work.  Above, tourists shoot photos above the car chute.

Below left, out past the wall and curtain, the Watchtower complex looks like an old beach resort.


Above right and below, (bikes shoot through) the pedestrian chute.

10/6/10

St. Thomas Church Statues


Unlike a lot of buildings (and churches) around New York, every slot on the face of St. Thomas Church (5th Ave. & 53rd St.) that looks like it should contain a statue actually does contain a statue.

Above, the top of the 5th Ave. entrance.  When I looked at the closeup below left I thought "They look way too grim to spend eternity with."  You would have to visit hell every so often just to thaw out from their icy glare.


Above right, the massive tower's clean lines look almost calligraphic, and the emptiness of the "statue slots," like the little huts on the corner, looks intentional.  Maybe it's meant to suggest missing persons, or vacancies in heaven?

And the statues below, just above the entrance, look warmer and less stern -- in spite of the spear and sword -- than the bookish ones above them, on top here.  Maybe the builders didn't want to scare parishioners on the way in?

10/4/10

Old Smoky 8th & 37th


Maybe it's steam not smoke, but "old smoky" sounds more mountain-like, and 550 8th Ave. is a mountain of a building, at least from the side and to the south.  The bluish building past it is NY Times HQ.

I've noticed a few older buildings in NYC with similar designs -- like 1385 Broadway, aka the Bridal Building, and 14 Penn Plaza -- so the "decorative columns up-top" formula was common at some point.


Above and below left, more cliff-dwelling smokiness.  Below right, the symmetrical, stepped top corner at 37th St.


And below, an intimate shot of the corner columns and the dark castle they pretend to support.