A-fucking-men it is not snowing/raining/sleeting/freezing. #nyc #spring? #sky #sun (at Grace Episcopal Church)
Obligatory window snow pic.
#nyc #snow #white (at East 10th street)
Window view. Tompkins Square Park, East Village, NYC. Won’t be leaving the house today. Got 562 pages of The Feminine Mystique to read!
Brrrrr. First snow NYC. (Taken with Cinemagram)
Side note: Seriously hope Kirsten doesn’t have bed bugs.
First world problems. But still.
A Day with New York City’s Pothole Repair Crew
Each morning, at a small depot tucked away under the Williamsburg Bridge, the New York City workers who call themselves the “pothole gang” pore over a giant spreadsheet known as “The Daily Pothole.” On it are thousands of potholes all over the city: giant gorges caused by rain and sleet, small interconnected divots that can flatten tires, and pretty much every other roadway wound you can imagine. The sun is barely up, and yet for these men — members of a street maintenance team tasked by the Department of Transportation with roadway repair — the race has already begun.
Update: this is way less funny now that I know they’re selling it at Urban Outfitters.
The old Newsweek building at 444 Madison Avenue, back when Newsweek was on top of the world (journalistically, at least). And then the unfortunate #hashtag slapped on the cover.
I have no doubt that few readers will stick around for the “new chapter,” as Tina calls it (let’s be honest). But this ode to the magazine that was is worth reading, if sad.
Boom. RyeRye / Group Hug girl rap tour with Kreayshawn and Chippy Nonstop. (at Irving Plaza)
Pizza That Never Sleeps (Even in a Hurricane)
When Hurricane Sandy, with her innocent name, plunged New York City into infinite darkness, officials warned New Yorkers to be prepared: Stay inside. Stock up on tuna. Do whatever it took to feed yourself when the bodegas shut down. But in the city that never sleeps, there are certain things held to be self evident — even in a hurricane. One of them is that you’ll always be able to get a slice of pizza.
I’m going to quit the cynical New Yorker bit for a second and say that piece is so cute it actually brought a tear to my eye. Pizza in the face of adversity. I <3 NY.
John’s home never lost power during Katrina, but a block down they did - he was lucky. But he did evacuate to just north of Baton Rouge for the storm. When he came back, he said all the leaves off the Oak in his front yard were ripped off, but the garbage cans didn’t even move. He’s a native of The Lower Ninth Ward where his people ran a grocery.
Belle Harbor, NY: Photographer Ben Lowy documents Sandy’s fury along the Rockaway beachfront, where residents complain about the lack of help from the Red Cross and National Guard. Lowy will be covering the Sandy recovery efforts for Tumblr for the next week, via our editorial site, Storyboard.