{"id":173,"date":"2007-07-23T03:00:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-23T03:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/?p=173"},"modified":"2007-07-23T03:00:00","modified_gmt":"2007-07-23T03:00:00","slug":"new-yorkprince-street-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/2007\/07\/new-yorkprince-street-2\/","title":{"rendered":"New York\/Prince Street"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/orangeglow.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/orangeglow.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Stanton Street, just off the Bowery<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">I often walk across town on Prince Street through Nolita (northern Little Italy) and Soho. It&#8217;s a familiar environment, one that I generally take for granted. But when I slow down a bit, and look into the flow of people, the blur of signage, the play of light and shadow, I find a world in which the self-conscious display of advertising and architecture echoes the real flesh and blood humanity moving through it. Men and women clutch at each other. Spoken words are not so much communication as non sequiturs, repeated slogans.  Objects of desire\u2013faces, bodies, clothing, electronics\u2013float reflected, spotlit, behind glass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-family: arial;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/cafehabana.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/cafehabana.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Cafe Habana, Prince Street<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-family: arial;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/janeausten.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/prince-broadway.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Prince and Broadway<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-family: arial;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/princewooster.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/prince-wooster.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Prince and Wooster<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-family: arial;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/sohostore.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/sohostore.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Prince and Wooster<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-family: arial;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/dog+pigs.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/dog%2Bpigs.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Prince Street<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-family: arial;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/iphone.htm\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/journal\/iphone.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">iPhone, Prince and Wooster<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stanton Street, just off the Bowery I often walk across town on Prince Street through Nolita (northern Little Italy) and Soho. It&#8217;s a familiar environment, one that I generally take for granted. But when I slow down a bit, and look into the flow of people, the blur of signage, the play of light and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photogs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=173"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brianrose.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}