Abandoned City Hall Subway Station, New York City.
VICE Fringes Documentary // Life of a Subway Performer
Watching this piece brought me to tears. I clearly remember seeing this busker, Joe Crow Ryan, at the Metropolitan G stop. It was in the wee hours of a winter morning, after leaving either a long night out or at the office. I was so tired, I walked to the wrong side of the platform, and missed the train back home. At this point, I was absolutely and desperately fed up with living in New York City. And this man, wailing a melancholy cover of a classic (The Beatles, Bob Dylan, or the like; I don’t recall on account of exhaustion) and plucking away at the banjo, it was just perfect. It summed up exactly how I felt at the time, and served as the most unexpectedly appropriate soundtrack. I stood and listened, then sat down at the bench once a seat was open. I gave him two dollars, for complementing that wait and my emotions. I can’t remember if I said anything to thank or praise him, but I think I did. This is one of those moments, though sad, that I will never forget. It is one of the more beautiful and poetic memories that I hold of my short time in the city.
The one difference between the regions I am finding to be true upon my return.
Now that the second season of Once Upon A Time has started back up this fall, my mini-girl crush on Ginnifer Goodwin has also been revived.
Though Babe Walker may call this a “NO,” I adore this dress. Hell, the whole ensemble (I still love you anyway, Babe). And look at Giselle trying to steal the spotlight back there.
(P.S. I wish I could rock that pixie cut.)
E.B. White, from Here is New York. (via Bobulate)
via warispeace (Thanks for the laugh, right when I needed it!)
"I always had this perverted sense of pride because I was managing to scrape by here," said Brooklyn resident Andrew McQuade, who, after watching two subway rats gnawing on a third bloody rat carcass*, finally determined that New York City was a giant sprawling cancer. "Well, fuck that. I don’t need to pay $2,000 a month to share a doghouse-sized apartment with some random Craigslist dipshit to prove my worth. I want to live like a goddamn human being.”
(*I myself have already seen a rat eating a dead mouse on the subway tracks.)
This, most of this right here, just makes me sick to my stomach.
A few nauseating gems:
- "Patience is whittled away; sarcasm often ensues."
- "[S]he felt as if she was doing battle daily with the city."
- “How can you form really good and solid relationships with people if you see them once a month?”
- "He is still trying to stomach what feels to him like a whole new brand of rude."
- “[B]ut already I feel an edge developing. Because you need to, to deal.”
- "The city abuses you, and you just have to abuse it back[.]”
- "You have to find ways of surviving.”
Still wondering why people do this to themselves.
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW AT THE SNOW.
I initially think, “Oh, I guess that’s sort of pretty.” (FYI — I have absolutely hated snow and the cold since I was a small child. I lived in Hawai’i for a reason, for fuck’s sake.) Then I see the man to the far right chipping away at the ice built up on his car and am immediately reminded that in reality, it actually is not pleasant.