I was scouting around the West 70′s over by Riverside Drive when I saw this really, really interesting building ornamented in an incredible dragon motif (map link):
It’s literally covered in dragons, starting with these lining the balcony, each with its own shield:
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One aspect of New York that always amazes me is forgotten property. New York – and especially Manhattan – feels overwhelmingly like a city that has no secrets. It’s like every inch has been studied and cataloged by developers, photographed by tourists, written on by graffiti artists, trampled by residents, etc., etc., etc. Obviously, there’s a lot more to see than is readily apparent, . . .
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I was walking south down Broadway from 34th Street today when I saw this pretty amazing temple perched on top of a building at the corner of 28th Street:
See it, jutting out from the left hand corner? It’d be sort of boring if it was just a building motif that spanned the . . .
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One of the things that absolutely fascinates me about Manhattan is the idea that streams and rivers that once flowed above ground continue to this day deep beneath our feet. In some instances, man-made canals were built to divert their path; in others, persistent rivers fought through landfill to continue on their way.
One such stream is Minetta Brook, which . . .
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After posting about the Beach House on an East Village apartment roof, one of our readers, Karen, commented that it reminded her of the rooftop house on 13th and 3rd, above the Kiehl’s store. Today was the first time I had a chance to check it out, and sure enough, there’s a clapboard house – with brick chimney! – perched on top . . .
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For the first year or two after I moved to New York, I became one of those people who smugly criticized tourists for “looking up.” “Looking up” to ogle buildings as you walked down the street (causing you to inevitably bump into real New Yorkers like me with places to go) was about the greatest sin you could commit (well, after pronouncing . . .
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