It’s the final week of the holiday season in New York City! We have selected our top events, including caroling in the East Village, a story-telling open mic at the Brooklyn Historical Society, and a lesson in “iPhoneography.”
The Brooklyn Historical Society will be hosting The Moth StorySLAM, an open mic storytelling competition. Stories will be inspired by the current exhibition He Said, She Said, a series of photographs of Brooklyn in the 1970s and 1980s by Lucille Fornasieri Gold, and the paintings they inspired decades later by Nell Panter.
The story of the two men who first opened the Cafe’ Edison and the hotel in Times Square is the stuff Broadway plays are written about. Cafe’ Edison’s Harry Edelstein and the Edison Hotel’s original owner, Ulo Barad, met in Warsaw–both survivors of the Holocaust. The rental agreement between the two men for the cafe consisted of a handshake between two good friends. The cafe’ never had a real lease. Although the cafe’ and hotel are still in the hands of the same two families, that relationship came to an end this past weekend.
In our weekly Instagram roundup of great photos hashtaged #untappedcities, we often focus on great architecture and scenery in our urban environment. So we took a (literal) step back this week and looked at how you all were combining people and architecture. Hashtag #UntappedCities on Instagram and Twitter if you would like to have one of your photos entered in the running for our weekly “Best Of”column. Also, you can keep an eye on what contributors and readers are checking out by browsing the live feed.
The first Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree. More photos.
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A highway engineer from Vancouver has done some serious math to calculate how many bridges would be needed in Manhattan if it could only be accessed by car. The result: it would need 48 additional 8 lane bridges. The Manhattan bridge has 7 vehicular lanes, 3 subway lanes, a walkway and a bikeway. By Matt Taylor’s calculations, 2.06 million enter and exit Manhattan daily, but only 16% currently drive by personal vehicle.
All the leaves on our fair city’s trees have pretty much given up by now, having long since blown off and been trampled by a million pairs of winter boots stomping up the sidewalk. The only bright spots of greenery left now are from the Christmas tree vendors. Long lines of pine flank the sidewalk, which is a nice respite from the usual towering piles of trash and makes you feel like you’re walking into an actual winter wonderland instead of some kind of garbage hell world. In the absence of bright plants, the color palette of our city’s denizens tends to neutralize around this time as well. Suddenly everyone is in black and brown and grey, which makes me feel very at home. We are all cold and we are all dressed in black—ahh, kinship.