— Noted.


The New York Times Magazine has posted an excellent microsite on the space in New York City that arises above 800 feet. As editor Jake Silverstein explains it:

The city has 21 buildings with roof heights above 800 feet; seven of them have been completed in the past 15 years (and three of those the past 36 months). In this special New York Issue, we explore the high-altitude archipelago that spreads among the top floors of these 21 giants. It totals about 34 million square feet in all, encompassing lavish living spaces, vertiginous work environments (during construction and after), elite gathering places. Visually, the experience of this new altitude feels different in kind from its predecessors, the peak uplifts of previous booms that topped out at 400, 500 or 600 feet. At 800 and above, you feel something unusual in a city defined by the smelly bustle of its sidewalks and the jammed waiting and inching and zooming of its avenues — a kind of Alpine loneliness. Every New Yorker knows the pleasant private solitude that can be found at street level, among anonymous crowds. This is something different: an austere sense of apartness inspired by achieving a perspective seemingly not meant for human eyes.

A few images from the issue that caught my eye:


Aerial view of 1950s Midtown Manhattan. Hulton Archive/Getty Images





Scott Small / 55, Laborer, 3 World Trade Center
Jack Davison for The New York Times



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Follow the link to see a fantastic gif of this.
Illustrations by Brian Rea. Animation by Pablo Delcan.




A private event at the Rainbow Room, May 2016.
Matthew Pillsbury for The New York Times




Chrysler Building, 1,046 feet, as seen from the MetLife Building. Begun: 1928. Completed: 1930. ‘‘It’s in the clouds, like a Magritte painting. Slightly surrealistic.’’
Thomas Struth for The New York Times


I’ve been enjoying Teju Cole’s Instagram feed, especially his series marked with #_thehive. You may know Teju Cole from his books, but he is also a photographer, and an exquisite intersection lies in his New York Times Magazine column “On Photography.”

What I love about his Instagram images and accompanying text, is articulated perfectly by photographer Stephen Shore, excerpted here from Cole’s article, “Serious Play.”

‘‘The conversation you have with a friend you speak with every day is different from one that you have with a friend you speak with once a month or once a year’’ is how Stephen Shore put it in an email. Instagram, he says, ‘‘can have the taste of the more intimate, more perhaps seemingly trivial daily conversation.’’


A few of Cole’s images and captions here:

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_tejucole Kalamazoo, March 2016.

Past 11. Uber arrived three minutes after I called it. It’s something like a five minute drive home. I make small talk with the driver, who’s a middle aged man, not an American accent, but I can’t tell where he’s from. “I have to go a bit slow,” he says. Then, suddenly, I hear another voice: “They’ve put speed traps all along this road now.” What’s he on, speakerphone? I lean forward. There’s someone in the passenger seat.

I get a real fright. “I don’t mean to frighten you, sorry,” the voice says. “It’s St Patrick’s Day. I think it is just safer tonight if I am with him, in case of anyone drunk or something. Not that I have a weapon of anything. But they are less likely to make trouble if we are two.” Then she adds: “I’m his wife.” The streets are clear.
I ask where they are from. I can tell she doesn’t like the question. “I’m from Brooklyn,” she says. Then she softens. “Tunisia. What about you?” I could say Kalamazoo, I suppose, or Brooklyn too. “Ah,” she says. “I’m African, just like you. Africa!” From. What is this word, from? Where were you born? Where do you live? Where do they have to take you in if you have to go?

Her husband is Lebanese. I still think I’m imagining the fact that she was sitting in the car for about three minutes before I knew she was there at all. There in the quiet dark. And then we’ve reached my place.



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_tejucole Delray Beach, March 2016.

Thirty or more buzzards are drifting down, down, down,
over something they have spotted in the swamp,
in circles like stirred-up flakes of sediment
sinking through water.
Smoke from woods-fires filters fine blue solvents.
On stumps and dead trees the charring is like black velvet.

Elizabeth Bishop, “Florida”



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_tejucolePalm Beach, March 2016.

I have photography dreams in which something goes wrong. I have more of these dreams now, in the past few years, because I have been shooting primarily with film. Something happens. Something goes not right.

What happens in dreams happens in life. (This is why it happens in dreams.) Two weeks ago, remember I told you about this, I developed a roll, and it was empty: the film had failed to engage, and I had deceived myself thirty six times. Click, click, click, all the way to the end of the roll, only to find nothing.
When I arrived in Florida a few days ago, I was near the end of a roll. I saw something I wanted to photograph further along at baggage claim, something from the logic of dreams, in which the sea lies just beyond a conveyor belt. So I went there. I was alone. I focused, and made my shot. I took a second shot, to be sure. But then my hands failed me, and I dropped the camera. It clattered to the floor, and the film compartment sprang open, exposing to a flood of airport light the newly-exposed negative.

Motherfucker. I fell to my knees, closed the compartment, wound the film, and removed it. Then I put in a new roll. Click, click, click. Three shots, of the same subject, again, like some cool vengeance or hardheadedness, of which the photo above was the first.



See more here.



Photo from www.newyorknotes.dk

And, related to that last post, a beautiful blog by Rilke Lunau Storm called New York Notes: The Best of New York from a Danish Perspective. Some of my favorites are included (plus ones on my to-do list) with beautiful photography—ready to transport, lure, inspire.


A film by Matthew Bate, on the photographer Victor Thomas, aka “vic.invades” on instagram.

In Bale’s words, “Yes, it’s illegal, and yes, it’s dangerous, but it’s in the name of creation and beauty. I believe Vic when he describes himself as the “Robin Hood” of photography — stealing views generally reserved for the few, and sharing them with us all.”


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Photo by @thunder_pino on Instagram.







Photography by Manuel Irritier.

This is a beautiful series of Hong Kong buildings by Munich-based photographer Manuel Irritier. He writes on his site of the series: As in hardly any other city, there exists a lack of one thing in Hong Kong: space. The photo series Urban Barcode shows the solution for this problem with the help of close-up views: escaping upwards. Housing units are stacked together cellularly and melt into an anonymous mass. However – on closer inspection – one can detect the difference as well as the individuality in detail and that life is pulsing in confined space.

These images are best viewed full-screen. See the full series on his site, here.


By David Guttenfelder, for the New York Times.

These images of North Korea by David Guttenfelder are striking a chord. I think because there are so many cultural references and personal moments recognizable to the Korean in me, but they always come with the cost of knowing it’s an isolated world, far away.

His images of everyday objects from North Korea are also worth a look. The full story here.


From the London based artist Ben West’s website:
If the internet goes off, you may need this reference book Felix [Heyes] and I made. It contains the first Google Image for every word in the dictionary.



Photograph by Andres Serrano for The New York Times

Fluffy bunny portraits, by no other than Andres Serrano, best known for his endlessly controversial piece called Piss Christ.


Images from the NYT Archives:


21″ of snow during the blizzard of 1888 prompted New York City to move its utility lines underground. (Photo: NYT)





Winter’s Fury. Original 1914 print.





1947: Record 25-Inch Snow Cripples City and East; All Traffic Slowed; Long Island is Disrupted




And, more recently – the current record for snowfall in NYC happened in February of 2006.


Photo by Hiroko Masuike for The New York Times




Will Juno break the 26.9 inches? Will Bleecker Street Pizza stay open? Will winds really exceed the possible 75 miles per hour? Will 1,800 plows be enough plows to clear our city streets? Extra, extra, read all about it!

As Gov. Cuomo says, “This is going to be a blizzard. It is a serious blizzard.”