Split Pediment

The musings of a Brighton-based architecture dweeb and town planner in training.

Tag: NYC

Manhattan in Words & Pictures

Hey everyone,

So this is really just me spreading an advert over the interweb. Yeah, yeah, I’m a shmuck. But it’ll put a smile on your face, particularly if you happen to be as enamoured of Manhattan as me and Nurse Kimber the Red.

Click here to view, the link to the vid is at the top right of the screen. It takes a while to load but it’s very clever.

And whilst we’re on the subject of New York and advertising, I thought you might like to see this picture here. I took this while strolling along the High Line with my aunt. I’d been fiddling around with my NY photos in HP Photosmart Premier (I’m waaaaay too cheap for photoshop) as some were a bit overexposed and I played around with this one too. I flatter myself (a not uncommon occurrence) to say that I think it looks like a classy 60s advert.

RM in NYC Aug 09 028_1

UPDATE: Etiquette, McNicol, etiquette! I, of course, should and do now tip my hat to the excellent Mister Aegir Hallmundur of the MoT.


From Flat to Empire

So apparently there are lots of skyscrapers in Manhattan. Who knew? Arguably the big skyscrapers started with the Flatiron, still considered by some to be a particularly fine example, mainly for its exceedingly intelligent use of space (it cuts a fine dash where Broadway and Fifth Avenue collide).

You got a big shirt you want pressing?

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So there I was, waking up in the city that never sleeps

and it wasn’t the sirens or the good folk yacking loudly in the street below; nor my aunt’s big fluff ball cat; nor the kitchen porters emptying last night’s trash; nor the soulful rhythms from a pounding car stereo. None of these woke me, though they all featured in my dozy dreams. No, it was the lovely Osmond’s mobile phone alarm brought all the way from Blighty and proudly informing me that it was 7am back on the other side of the pond.

East Village apartment buildings are, as a matter of arch self-importance (masquerading as practicality), liberally scattered with fire escapes. Auntie Bonus’s pad is no exception and, through the bars and horizontals of wrought iron, the blackish branches of the trees beyond, a fine late-spring day was presenting itself in the green, greener and greenest of the leaves and the full blue sky.

We have arrived! And the queues and the airline food and the packing and the faffing were all worth it because today, and for 14 more of them, I’m in New York and I can do whatever I damn well want. Which is pretty much the whole point of this fair city. Anyway, I’m off to dinner with Bonus and Oli and John the Famous Local. So I will see you later and photos should well be uploaded just as soon as I can figure out how on this foreign machine.


Harlem Bonus

So the marvelous Auntie Bonus has contributed the following images of an architectural feature split impishly (in her words) from the Pilgrim Cathedral of Harlem (126th Street, in case anyone’s counting). The pediment itself is kinda cute – the dainty rim, scrolling up at the bottom; the little urns; the flat, empty central plinth; the stylised lotus flowers dangling from the high, swan-neck scrolls.

Cos they do this kinda thing stateside too

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Chabon strikes again

My most very favourite makes-me-gooey author writes lyrical about lycra.

And a thank-you to Marissabidilla for the unwitting signpost. She likes Sondheim but don’t let that put you off.