For the longest time, Akira’s post on graffiti in New York City was the most popular one on this blog.
I had the digital camera with me on my October trip, but I was drawn more to the feel of the streetscape than the coloring on its walls. Resigned to documenting what I knew could never top the graffiti post, I snapped these in a streak on a walk by NYU.
This is New York as I see it.
I liked seeing some Japanese on the street, and not having to be in Tokyo to see it.
This reminds me of all the type you see if you spend more than a week in New York.
They have their own unique sense of humor up there. It’s markedly different from the ironic humor you find in Seattle. It’s more about… quirkiness. Isn’t it?
The only museum I went to was the SANAA-designed New Museum. The building was super cool. The programming for the show called the Last Newspaper was really quite dull. It was so disappointing, in fact, I had to let somebody know.
So when the guy in the elevator, wearing an official-looking tag, pressed a button and we started moving, I go, “Disappointing curation, isn’t it?”
He agreed, he said. And then, “You should see the top floor. Wait, here.” And the elevator switched directions. Up we went to the balcony floor, where you could really appreciate the work the architects did to think through this exact view. Standing there for five minutes was worth the admission ticket. Had I missed it, I would have been kind of annoyed.
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