mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.
now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.
still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.
i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.
it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.-moby
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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

as some of you might know, i was born on 148th street in manhattan and i spent most of my life living in new york city.  a few years ago i upped sticks(i assume that’s a camping figure of speech.  i don’t know.)  and moved to los angeles.

now when i come back to my neighborhood(east village, lower east side) i stay in a hotel and walk around, marveling at the fact that the neighborhood i lived in and drank in and bottomed out in for 30 some-odd years is so different from what i’d known.

still the same, but different.  more different than the same, to be honest.  it’s still a fascinating place, and i’m still really happy to come back to nyc.  but it creates all sorts of cognitive, and vaguely existential, dissonance, being a tourist in the neighborhood i’d been living in and hanging out in since 1979…
today i walked around for about 5 minutes and took pictures of some of the buildings that didn’t exist a few years ago when i moved to l.a. and then i took a picture from my hotel window, realizing that about 75% of the buildings in the picture didn’t exist when i first moved to this neighborhood, full time, in 1989.

i guess one of my only architectural criticisms would be that most of these buildings could exist anywhere.  they’re nice glass and steel boxes, but they’re still glass and steel boxes.  new york, architecturally, always felt unique to me.
now, i say with some wistfulness, it’s uniqueness has waned a bit.  i still love new york, the city of my birth and the city where i lived for most of my life.  but as time passes and it becomes wealthier and more gentrified it starts to look a little bit more like any number of cities primarily populated by tall glass and steel boxes.

it’s still unique and remarkable.  but i do miss the days when everything about new york felt utterly unique, and when it was a dysfunctional world unto itself.  i guess as the dysfunction wanes it’s inevitably replaced with a quotidian functionality that’s a bit more conventional.
-moby

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elizabethclaret:

gradientlair:

Three fabulous Black ballerinas, Ashley Murphy, Ebony Williams and Misty Copeland are on the cover of Pointe for June/July 2014. Stunning cover. They’re so beautiful. I’ve never bought a ballet magazine but I want a copy of this to read their story and to keep. ❤
Oh and their brown pointe shoes. IMPORTANT. 

I never realized pointe shoes were meant to match your skin tone. It makes perfect sense now, but it seriously never occurred to me, because all the pointe shoes I’ve ever seen were pink or some shade of pink/white.
Yay for learning something new today! Boo for having to learn it because of a lack of representation of people of color in ballet…. well, fucking everywhere, but in this specific case…

Yeah, they were always “flesh” coloured to accentuate and elongate the legs…. Growing up, I always hated having to either wear pink or black shoes because it just didn’t have the same look and made me stick out even more. 

sextoyconfessions:

elizabethclaret:

gradientlair:

Three fabulous Black ballerinas, Ashley Murphy, Ebony Williams and Misty Copeland are on the cover of Pointe for June/July 2014. Stunning cover. They’re so beautiful. I’ve never bought a ballet magazine but I want a copy of this to read their story and to keep. 

Oh and their brown pointe shoes. IMPORTANT. 

I never realized pointe shoes were meant to match your skin tone. It makes perfect sense now, but it seriously never occurred to me, because all the pointe shoes I’ve ever seen were pink or some shade of pink/white.

Yay for learning something new today! Boo for having to learn it because of a lack of representation of people of color in ballet…. well, fucking everywhere, but in this specific case…

Yeah, they were always “flesh” coloured to accentuate and elongate the legs…. Growing up, I always hated having to either wear pink or black shoes because it just didn’t have the same look and made me stick out even more.