Let’s face it: Manhattan is loud. Get in touch with your inner zen for a second and avoid the screeching noise of the subway at these five spots on the quieter side. Check out a bar opened by monks, a room filled with dirt, the smallest park in NYC, and more! (more…)
Here are our pics this week from the best of our Untapped Cities Photo Pool. This week, we’re going with the theme Hazy Days, with each of these photos creatively utilizing the element of steam, smoke, fog or haz. Remember, to have one of your photos entered in the running for a “Best Of” nod, just hasthag #untappedcities on Instagram or Twitter. Keep an eye on what contributors and readers are checking out by browsing the live feed.
Since graduating from SUNY Purchase College this winter with a degree in literature, I have succesfully avoided getting a “real” job (or going to grad school, for that matter) by bouncing around different internships and surviving on a multitude of different freelance writing gigs. Otherwise, I divide my time between writing, recording, and playing shows with my band Dead Tenants and writing part-time for Dead Borough, a start-up website created by a small group of my friends. (more…)
This is a view of 13th avenue. “13avenorth” by Jim.henderson at Wikipedia
There may be a 13th avenue in Brooklyn, but have you ever seen the minuscule 13th avenue in Manhattan? Despite its unassuming size, 13th Avenue holds prime Meatpacking District real estate with coveted Hudson River views. It lies just West of 11th Avenue (ironically, 13th Avenue doesn’t go anywhere near 12th Avenue), between Little West 12th Street and Gansevoort Street…but it wasn’t always so small. (more…)
Ugh, summer. I’m so tired of it that I’m even tired of complaining about it, and it’s not even halfway over yet. If you need me, I’ll be over here with my face smashed right up against the air conditioner, dreaming about avalanches.
Alas, no one can spend three months in the comfort of the climate-controlled indoors. Sometimes we have to go outside to do things like hang out with other humans we like, or do our jobs, or buy ice cream. Whatever your outdoor mission, chances are pretty good that you’ll see some other people, and they’ll be wearing clothes. Summer fashion tends to exist in a Venn diagram of bright-colored / flowing / wtf, probably a result of heat-induced psychosis. I saw an amazing example of this convergence on the C train the other day.