Drinking fountain in PS 3, Hudson Street, Greenwich Village
PS 3, the public elementary school in the West Village where my son Brendan goes. It manages to retain its unique, progressive, environment within the larger New York City school universe. It’s a great place, and Brendan, coming from overseas last January, has bloomed in its academic and creative atmosphere.
Fifth Avenue across from the Metropolitan Museum of Art
Finally completed photography of 60+ buildings all over Manhattan, and a few in Queens and Brooklyn. The last shot was a re-do (because of construction) of 995 Fifth Avenue, formerly known as the Stanhope Hotel. It’s across the street from the Metropolitan Museum where dozens of vendors sell art that will never be seen in the museum–generally, for good reason. Nevertheless, it makes for a classic New York tableau. The weather was crisp, clear, 60 degrees.
Spring Arbor assisted living, Williamsburg, Virginia
From Williamsburg, Brooklyn to Williamsburg, Virginia. Spring Arbor, assisted living apartments, where my 86 year old father just moved. I went down for a couple of days to get him situated. It was a necessary move, and I am happy with the care offered and the overall kindness of the staff.
But will baby boomers be satisfied with places called Spring Arbor or Shady Grove? Do we all end up in pouffed, faux palaces? Cheesy replicas of colonial mansions that never existed in colonial times? Most of these places are developed by large companies that, presumably, have studied the demographics, and have come to the conclusion that ye olde traditional is what will make the most money.
Is it possible, however, that there are niche markets based on alternative aesthetic models? What about a woody lodge-like environment? An urban village grouped around an internal main street? A modern media-centered complex? And so on.
Gowanus, Brooklyn
On Saturday I went to the area around the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn, a neglected industrial corridor between the leafy residential neighborhoods of Carroll Gardens and Park Slope. As is typical in New York, artists have infiltrated the loft buildings and warehouses, either renting studios or living semi-legally as long as they can get away with it.
Artist’s studio beneath the elevated subway
I was there for the Annual Gowanus Artists Studio Tour (A.G.A.S.T.), and specifically to visit Hilary Lorenz, an artist I have known and admired for a number of years. Here’s one of her recent pieces:
White Water Washed • Hilary Lorenz
30″ x 22″ Intaglio and archival digital print 2006
It is astonishing how many artists there are in New York despite the constant struggle for affordable work space. There were about 150 showing their work for the tour, highly talented individuals working mostly under the radar, that is, not represented by the major commercial galleries in the city.
Third Avenue
9th Street
9th Street
The Gowanus Canal area is definitely on the radar of the real estate developers, however, and its days as a gritty urban gray zone may be numbered. For the moment, it remains in suspended animation–a hodgepodge of industrial buildings, row houses, vacant lots, a taxi depot, a new tourist hotel, an Islamic school, a Macintosh repair shop, artists’ studios, a Lowes Home Improvement store, and so on. Along Fourth Avenue, out of scale, architecturally uninspiring condo projects mark the lower reaches of Park Slope.
Third Avenue
Carmine Street, Greenwich Village
Carmine Street, Greenwich Village
Two storefronts I passed by earlier today.
The Ring Dome • Minsuk Cho • Petrosino Park
Adjacent to the Storefront for Art and Architecture
The Ring Dome
I haven’t been following the doings at the Storefront for Art and Architecture. It’s their 25th anniversary. But I walk by quite often, and it’s hard to miss the Ring Dome installation on the scruffy little park between Lafayette and Centre Streets called Petrosino Park.
The dome is a little Buckminster Fuller-ish, but these are circles not triangles, and the issue doesn’t seem to be about structural integrity, rather about delicacy, as if an alien bubble landed in the middle of traffic. You can go in the dome, sit in the sun, and feel enveloped and open to the sky at the same time. The pattern above is projected beneath your feet. At certain angles the dome becomes dense like a ball of string, but most often it appears light and diaphanous. It’s art, it’s fun, it’s a ball.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I am swamped with scanning and color correcting the images from my recent jobs. I do it myself for a couple reasons. I have always done my own color printing, and want the control over the final product that is only possible if you do things yourself. That goes for both analog and digital images. I also can make money on the scans, which, assuming I have the time, is better off in my pocket than in the lab’s.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
On Saturday we went over to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to look at apartments. Our lease is ending in December, and we have to do something, either rent or buy. The real estate market in New York is insane. Renting a 2 bedroom apartment in Manhattan costs thousands a month. Those safely ensconced in rent controlled or stabilized apartments stay put. There’s no way they can move. Newcomers and those kicked out into the open market are paying double and triple what others are paying. Or moving far out in the boroughs. Or leaving town.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn • Brendan house hunting
Rather than throw our money away at a rental, we’ve decided to buy. After extensive research of the market, neighborhoods, transportation, etc.–all the factors one has to take into consideration–we’ve taken initial steps toward buying a loft in a new construction building in Williamsburg just across the East River from Manhattan. The L train is notoriously crowded, but so are many of the subway lines in New York. Despite everything, the city continues to boom. Crime is still going down. Prices are going up. And people are still coming.
The New Museum on the Bowery at Prince Street
Almost finished. Should open in November.
Looking north across Soho
Back in New York.
1234 Howard Street • Stanley Saitowitz, architect
Back in New York, I just want to point to two urban infill projects in the Bay Area that I took quick snapshots of. While I was photographing David Baker’s 8th and Howard project I came across the building above. I wasn’t sure who the architect was, but found it interesting, and took a picture. Looking it up later, I see that it’s by Stanley Saitowitz, a prominent Bay Area architect. He’s, perhaps, best known for the Yerba Buena Lofts on Folsom Street. Like Baker, much of his work is in the South of Market area of San Francisco.
Blue Star Corner • Emeryville, California • David Baker, architect
On my way to the airport I stopped by Emeryville to see another David Baker project. It’s 20 townhouses built around the block from an earlier loft complex that I photographed. The project is in a hodgepodge area of warehouses, big box stores, shopping malls, and highways. Down the street is Pixar, the animation studio, which hides behind a screen of fencing and lush landscaping.
Baker’s houses face onto landscaped courtyards–he calls it mews housing–and each unit has a garage. Baker and the developer based the townhouse concept on similar housing in the Eastern Docklands of Amsterdam. The idea is to establish, or re-establish, dense urban structure in places like Emeryville. The small unit footprints, and varying facade treatments produce a richer, less monolithic appearance.
Saitowitz and Baker have very different approaches to the urban environment, but both, in my opinion, lead the way in reinventing the city in the 21st century.
Last night I went to a lecture by David Baker (who I am doing photos for) at the California College of Art, which has an architecture program. Lots of students, of course, as well as people from David’s office in attendance. I got mentioned a couple of times because a number of my photos were shown in the presentation. I realized during the lecture that a majority of the projects shown were located only a short distance from the school itself.
David’s talk emphasized his concerns about environmentally friendly urban development–which is critical to his work–but I’d like to hear more about the formal aspects of the design itself, something I have been very involved with as the photographer of his projects. But the work speaks for itself I suppose.
A couple of San Francisco non sequiturs before leaving town:
Rausch Street, SOMA
Mariposa and Bryant Streets
Crescent Cove
I finished photographing Crescent Cove on Saturday. Here’s a view from beneath the highway access ramps adjacent to the project. I still have a few loose ends to finish on other previously photographed David Baker projects. Tonight David is giving a lecture at the California College of Art, and I’m hoping to go.
Lofts on 16th Street and Rhode Island
I have a rather distorted view of San Francisco–not very hilly, industrial, and lots of modern architecture. That’s because most of what I’ve been photographing over the years has been in the area below Market Street and south into the waterfront area known as China Basin and Dogpatch. The steep hills, cable cars, Victorian houses, and stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge are found in other parts of town.
Caltrain yard with rear wall of Crescent Cove
On this trip I’ve been working in an area now called Mission Bay, which is just below the Giants ballpark and adjacent to the vast docklands of China Basin. Across the Caltrain tracks is an area at the base of Potrero Hill where you can see the blank back wall of Crescent Cove. In this area as are a number of new loft buildings like the one above.
Dogpatch from my table at Piccino cafe
Dogpatch
Dogpatch
Dogpatch
On Sunday I went with my sister to a cafe in Dogpatch called Piccino. It’s a tiny place in a block with Victorian houses, and down the hill the San Francisco Hell’s Angels. We sat outside and I had the finest latte I’ve ever had made with locally roasted Blue Bottle coffee. From there we walked around the docklands of the neighborhood filled with derelict cranes, massive factory buildings, and junk yards. There’s still work going on in the area–both industrial and high tech–but on Sunday it was quite desolate.
Golden Gate Bridge/San Francisco
I do know about the scenic other San Francisco, however. Here it is from a distance.
Crescent Cove
I’m photographing a housing complex called Crescent Cove tucked in between the freeway and a commuter rail line. The crescent is a curved street in which townhouses face inward away from the railroad tracks. The shot above is from the fourth floor of the front apartment building looking toward the townhouses. In the distance is a bit of the San Francisco skyline. I’m out shooting again today. Weather is perfect.
Under I280 in San Francisco
Arrived in San Francisco Wednesday evening. I’m here taking pictures for David Baker, an architect best known for residential projects that engage in complex visual dialogue with the existing urban fabric. This one is a particularly difficult site shoehorned in between railroad tracks and freeway flyovers. The picture above was taken under the highway next to the project.
The weather has been beautiful. Yesterday, the Blue Angels streaked overhead repeatedly in formation. As a New Yorker, however, I’m not sure that I will ever find the sight of low flying jets reassuring.
Clayton Patterson exhibition at Kinz, Tillou + Feigen gallery
Recently I went to Clayton Patterson’s exhibit at Kinz, Tillou + Feigen gallery in Chelsea. Patterson has for years chronicled the street culture of the Lower East Side/East Village in film and still photographs. The LES is a neighborhood described more often in the past tense than the present. From its immigrant beginnings to its counter-cultural heyday, it has always been a mythic place. It changes, and it stays the same. There are many different Lower East Sides, and as many different collectors of its memories and images. Patterson represents one stream of memories, one he is very much at the center of.
Patterson ran with the anarchist/squatter crowd on the LES. Others of us were artists or housing activists or garden advocates. Still others were students, new arrivals, the dreaded yuppies, gentrifiers, people with real jobs. The newcomers were most often white or Chinese, who threatened to supplant the Latinos who had replaced the other ethnic groups that had moved out years before. Some of us were overlapping members of these categories. I was a student/artist/housing activist. I ran with the folk music crowd rather than the punk music crowd, but listened to the latter more than the former.
Tompkins Square Riot, 1988, Clayton Patterson
Patterson’s notoriety goes back to the so-called Tompkins Square Park riot, which he videotaped and photographed, and placed himself in the middle of. The park was overrun with the homeless, drug addicts, and post-punk anarchists who hovered about like the earlier denizens of post summer-of-love Haight-Ashbury.
I knew the park well. I played basketball every weekend on the courts at 9th and Avenue B with a regular crew of ex-high school and college players. The mostly Black and Latino hoopsters had nothing to do with the people hanging and living in the park. Worlds overlapped at times, but mostly ran parallel.
Eventually, the community surrounding the park pressed for action, but with little consensus on what should be done. When a curfew was put into place and the police sought to enforce it, there was resistance and open provocation. Police discipline fell apart and a riot ensued in which all kinds of people, residents, passersby, and the curious were caught up in.
Tim Raymond in front of Clayton Patterson portraits
(Tim is a painter and former resident of Lower Manhattan)
Clayton Patterson exhibition at Kinz, Tillou + Feigen gallery
(image taken from the gallery website)
Only a few images in Patterson’s exhibit concern the riot, but that’s the event that lies at the heart of things. The images of the homeless living in boxes and other documentary photos are lackluster, but the portraits of the kids, the punks, the transvestites, the addicts, the whole panoply of street life that Patterson interacted with are vividly depicted. It’s a pretty well-mannered gallery exhibition, however, for such an unruly artist and such unruly subjects. Patterson has sold out–like we all have to some extent or another. Meanwhile, the Lower East Side still exists–persists–regardless of what people say. The clash of civilizations continues as real estate prices soar into the stratosphere, at least for the newcomers who don’t realize they are latecomers. The rest of us aren’t moving out any time soon.
Tompkins Square Park, 2007 (4×5 film)
Hudson River Park
Architectural interior shoots three evenings in a row. Last night went eleven hours and was over at 2am. I am exhausted.
Self-portrait, Merrrill Lynch conference room, Jersey City
Shooting architectural interiors. Last night JPMorgan Chase, tonight Merrill Lynch in Jersey City, tomorrow H&M New York office near Union Square Park.
Lower Manhattan from the promenade in Brooklyn Heights
Another beautiful end of September day in New York. Bush and Iranian president Ahmadinejad in town at the same time along with dozens of other world leaders. My wife Renée was interviewed about her experiences in New York by a journalist from Vrij Nederland, a major Dutch news magazine. My son Brendan is at the breakfast table shrieking about math homework. I have three photo shoots coming up over the next three days, and next week I will be in San Francisco.