Glassandsteelskyscraperland?
A walk on the High Line, from Chelsea to the Hudson Yards with an uninterrupted view of Sable Elyse Smith’s ”C.R.E.A.M.”, 2018 and some wonderful reflections on the City’s tall buildings.
July 8th, 2018
Tag: high line
Random walks || Manhattan
Random things you may expect to see while on a walk from Greenwich Village to the High Line.
Artworks:
A better view of Mariechen Danz’s ”The Dig of No Body (soil sample)”, 2018
An interrupted view of Sable Elyse Smith’s ”C.R.E.A.M.”, 2018
Art on the Highline
July 8th, 2018
That’s how urban legends are made
in modern-day New York City.
One year and four months later, Zaha Hadid’s only residential building in New York, completed after her death, is ready and still seeking buyers for its high-end apartments; and the Hudson Yards gigantic development project is almost complete. That neighbourhood will never be the same again.
Hudson Yards, as it looked on December 6th, 2017
exoskeletons
The Metamorphosis of a City
June 10th, 2017 around 9pm (but it could be any day and time)
Life on the *High* Line
The *good* life
Walking back home from the Whitney
June 10th, 2017
the unbearable lightness of being
June 10th, 2017
Cityscapes || Chelsea Blues
Taking the greens out of the blues.
From the High Line, 19th St.
November 12th, 2016
NO Future
Inspired by a letter penned by a concerned citizen. Received at work, in the ”letters from the public” box; that is usually where randomly addressed letters with all kinds of bizarre requests are received, a kind of spam mailbox but with actual pen and paper letters.
A sane citizen’s plea in these insane times. Worth noting that it was sent just a few days before the U.S. withdrawal from the Paris Agreement. 
June 6th, 2017
Give wildlife a hand
10th Avenue
November 24th, 2016
Walking. Dreaming. Adrift.
Sleepwalker, 2014
Tony Matelli
Bronze, acrylic, paint
The Sleepwalker will be meandering about in a deep sleep until March 2017 on the High Line. In his dream, people walk past giving him strange looks. Some long to touch him. Others are afraid.
I want to dream like the Sleepwalker. Perhaps I do. Perhaps my whole life is but a long sleepwalk. I’ll know when I wake up. Perhaps I never will.
September 25th, 2016
The Humble Fabulist 