NEW YORK CITY STREET ART: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

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An adapted image of the infamous ‘Kathy Griffin holding a Donald Trump head,’ now with Harvey Weinstein, an alleged rapist and serial abuser of power. Street art makes statements whether you like it or not. By NYC-based street artist: SACSIX Location: First Street Green Park in the East Village, NYC.
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A man chills with a coffee, a cigarette, and his phone on 1st Street in the East Village.

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A Christmas-themed City Kitty wheatpaste still going strong (Jan 29) in the East Village.

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A sticker-covered utility box in Freeman’s Alley on the Lower East Side, NYC.
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Belgian artist ROA’s classic bird piece still going strong in the East Village.
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Street artist Russell King with a wood piece on a street sign in the East Village.

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Street life around The Cube, a.k.a. “Alamo” at Astor Place.
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A graffiti-covered delivery truck making its way on St. Marks Place, heading towards a park with snow-covered trees.  
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Birds by DALeast on St. Marks Place in the East Village.
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The Empire State Building

jan/feb 2018 – New York City, NY

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NYC IMAGES: EMPIRE STATE BUILDING FROM THE HIGH LINE

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“From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

And just as it had been tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful city extending as far as the eyes could see, so now I went to the roof of that last and most magnificent of towers.

Then I understood. Everything was explained. I had discovered the crowning error of the city. Its Pandora’s box.

Full of vaunting pride, the New Yorker had climbed here, and seen with dismay what he had never suspected. That the city was not the endless sucession of canyons that he had supposed, but that it had limits, fading out into the country on all sides into an expanse of green and blue. That alone was limitless.

And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the whole shining ediface that he had reared in his mind came crashing down.

That was the gift of Alfred Smith to the citizens of New York.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, My Lost City: Personal Essays 1920-40

12OCT13. New York City.