Brooklyn Bridge from South Street
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Luke in DUMBO
Mr. Field looks across the water at Manhattan from DUMBO (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass) in Brooklyn.
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Local Amongst the Yokels
I’ve often said that what separates New Yorkers from the tourists is their alarming ability to remain unimpressed by absolutely everything. In the midst of all the amazing goings-on of The City, they dismiss everything as old-hat.
Here, surrounded by tourists snapping pictures and gabbing incessantly, a local finds solace against a flag pole. I can only imagine that in his mind, he’s secretly cursing Christo and Jeanne-Claude for bringing such a swarm of shutterbugs to interrupt him on his Saturday morning stroll.
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Security
The ever-vigilant NYPD makes sure the tourists don’t get out of hand.
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The Gates
In February of 2005, when New York City was plagued by bitter cold, dull, dreary weather, and leaden skies, something incredible happened.
Central Park, full of dead-looking brown trees, burst into life in waves of bright construction-site orange as one of the largest installation art pieces hit the city.
The Gates, brainchild of Christo and Jeanne-Claude, drew as much criticism as it did acclamation. A slight wind ruffled the curtains of The Gates and parted the clouds just enough for some welcome sunshine and brilliant blue skies to burst through.
I headed out with my roommates and my camera to shoot the tourists as much as the exhibition. I was puzzled to find this baby carriage left abandoned, with a skateboard neatly tucked in under a blanket.
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Wall Plates
My second quarter spent co-oping in New York City, I lived with four fellow UC students. As would be expected from students of one of the top Architecture and Interior Design schools in the country, all were quite creative in decorating the place. Much of the furniture was found on the street, yet still maintained a consistent (albeit evolving) theme for the place. My roommate Alan was buying dishes from IKEA when he came up with this concept for inexpensive art work. One of the sixteen cardboard cutouts refused to stay on the wall, so we resolved to replace it with a clock. Of course, we didn’t have a clock, so a wristwach made for a good substitute.
