Staring down 54th Street from 31st Ave in Woodside, Queens, a street lined with boxy brick apartments and a scant bit of foliage, one would not expect to find one of the oldest cemeteries in New York nestled in amongst the buildings…
But there it is, halfway down the block: the Moore-Jackson . . .
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Long before the building at 46th & 7th Ave was a TGI Friday’s, it was owned by Israel Miller, a Polish immigrant who came to the US in 1892 and became famous making shoes for theatrical productions. As his shoes grew in popularity, he soon found himself making shoes for Broadway stars to use in their personal lives. This building was once . . .
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I recently scouted a great parking garage on 44th between Vanderbilt and Madison. It’s right next to Grand Central Station, and was built quite a while ago.
It shares some iconic Grand Central-esque features, from the brick in the walls to the zig-zagging arched roof over the ramp.
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I generally hate working in Times Square for the obvious reasons, but I have to admit there’s something about it that I find intriguing.
Times Square is probably the most carefully studied property in New York City. Every single inch has been examined and re-examined by developers trying to add a few more video billboards, or another theme restaurant (you . . .
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The amount of detail to be found in NYC is absolutely mind-boggling, to the point where there are ornamentation and decorative flourishes that are simply invisible to anyone but the birds.
A few years ago, I was working on a job that had a camera position on a roof near Madison Square Park. I got to spend a few beautiful summer days about 20 . . .
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One of the few perks about film scouting is that they give you $10 for lunch. I ate at Island Burger today, a hole-in-the-wall burger joint in Hell’s Kitchen (west side 40′s), where I was scouting. As I was sitting on a stoop eating my burger, a gust of wind came and blew all these little leaves off, creating a blizzard of yellow and . . .
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