A (progressively more vertiginous as it goes on) GoPro sequence capturing the moment last Friday when the final spire segment on top of One World Trade Center in NYC was put in place.
Full screen HD for best effect.
Previously: Epic Escalator
A (progressively more vertiginous as it goes on) GoPro sequence capturing the moment last Friday when the final spire segment on top of One World Trade Center in NYC was put in place.
Full screen HD for best effect.
Previously: Epic Escalator
George Hook outside the Museum of Sex on 5th Avenue, New York.
Years of therapy will not erase the thoughts you may have had when viewing these photos.
via: Mark Simpson
Enda Kenny in the Hurricane Sandy-damaged Irish quarter of Queens, New York, this morning.
We’re saying 6ft 8ins.
Via Simon Carswell (Irish Times)
Previously: The Dark Side of Breezy Point
‘Day’ an excerpt from Shadowsmiths by Dylan Townsend, who sez:
A poem following the rhythm of a day… shots from Dublin, Ireland and New York…
Damn be-whiskered, new-age Byronic dreamboat hipster.
A graduation project by the talented Lena Steinkühler, who sez:
“My idea was to create a film, that fills up the metropolis New York with vegetation, that adapts to the straightness of the technology and the given situation. This happens through the assimilation of structures and forms. These biotopes are shaped by the existing living environment, but in turn also shape the newly developed living environment by their presence. In other words, a symbiotically coexistence begins”.
Right so.

Stills from a gigantic scrollable, zoomable, hi-res aerial of Manhattan around Central Park by Russian photographer Sergey Semenov. The shot earned him a 2012 Epson International Photographic Panorama Award.
Explore the whole thing at AirPano.
(Hat tip: Aaron McAllorum)
Many have asked about ‘Judithnyc’,a Broadsheet comments-section regular, and how she fared this week.
Judith, who lives on Second Avenue at 34th Street, writes:
6 days no heat. no toilet, no water, no lights, no refrigeration, no stores. no way to charge phone. Walked up and down to and from 12th floor. Of course no TV and no internet. A friend brought over tons of water. The maintenance men didn’t give a damn if there were corpses in some of the apartments. and the hallways and stairwells we had to navigate were pitch black like a coffin. And the maintenance guys were getting flashlights for their favorites or to put it more bluntly those who give them big money at Christmas. It was like being Amish. We didn’t have to know the time. When it was s dark we went to sleep and when it was light we get up. Also, no traffic lights or streetlights and usually no traffic cops until dark so people running for their lives and cars just going where they felt like it. Where the hell is my psychiatrist?





From a series of atmospheric long exposure shots of New York City taken during the Hurricane Sandy blackouts by Randy Scott Slavin, who sez:
New York City is always bright. Street lights, business marquees, light from apartments and car headlights merge to light every corner of the city streets, even on the darkest nights. It is the night after NYC was decimated by Hurricane Sandy, downtown NYC is in the midst of a power outage that has plunged it into complete darkness. I felt the call to hit the eerily dark streets and show New York as it is rarely seen.
Hospital workers evacuate patient Deborah Dadlani from NYU Langone Medical Center during Hurricane Sandy on Monday night in New York City.
What no one had counted on was that when the power failed all over downtown Manhattan on Monday night, so, too, did the hospital’s backup generator. Now everyone would have to be evacuated, and in terrifying conditions…
Medical personnel (including one med student) put Virginia on a kind of sled and began moving her out of the building. “Three young men carried Virginia down twelve flights of stairs, so slowly, so methodically,” Cathy Rossano [Virginia’s mother] said. “They were phenomenal.”
The delicate process, repeated with hundreds of patients, took nearly a half hour, and, when they got to the street, the Rossanos encountered a line of ambulances, many of them with volunteers who had driven hundreds, even thousands, of miles to help. “There were people from California, Texas, from everywhere,” Cathy Rossano said. “Our guys were from somewhere in Illinois.”
The only problem with ambulance drivers from somewhere in Illinois is that they don’t necessarily know how to get from N.Y.U. to Columbia Presbyterian, in Washington Heights…
Leaving Langone: One Story (David Remnick, New Yorker)
Pic via Time
Via AP
Thanks John Passantino