New York/The New Museum

The New Museum and scene along the Bowery (4x5 film montage)

I've taken a few pictures that include the New Museum as part of my ongoing look at the Bowery at the Lower East Side. But this time I had a specific assignment to photograph the museum, especially as it relates to the immediate neighborhood.

The obvious "best view" of the building from the street is to step back into Prince Street, which terminates perpendicular to the Bowery, to get a little distance from the tower, and show a bit of the street. I've also seen a nice evening view from atop a nearby building, and another one from across several rooftops. I've done that myself.

But none of the pictures describes very well the way in which the intentionally misaligned stacked boxes mimic horizontally the varying vertical heights of the adjacent buildings. To do this I needed to maintain a frontal "elevation" to the facades from straight across the street. Shooting with a very wide lens didn't work--too much distortion, and even with perspective correction, not enough of the feeling of a true elevation.

So, I chose to use a medium wide lens on the 4x5 camera, framed horizontally, correcting perspective, and then doing a second frame above the first, this time tilting back to get everything in with plenty of sky to play with later in Photoshop. I repeated the same thing to the right of the museum. In putting the montage together on the computer the upper and lower frames stitched seamlessly pretty well, but I didn't try to join together the left and right images. There were too many things going on between the two camera positions that prevented a seamless stitch.

Anyway, I like the gap because there's no attempt at hiding the artifice of the montage. The effect of a continuous street wall is maintained, nevertheless.

New York/High Line

The High Line (under construction) and Tenth Avenue
IAC building by Frank Gehry at left
© Brian Rose (digital)

It amazes me how many people, even in New York, are unaware of the High Line, the former rail viaduct cutting through the west side of Manhattan from the West Village just below 14th Street up to 34th Street. After nearly three decades of disuse, the structure is being converted to an elevated park/promenade--one of the most brilliant additions to the urban landscape of New York ever.

As a permanent piece of interactive architecture, it will change the way people see the city, and preserve a significant stretch of New York's industrial infrastructure. Before the High Line was built in the early '30s, Tenth Avenue was known as Death Avenue due to the fatalities caused by trains operating on surface rails in the center of the street. The High Line put the trains above the traffic and it operated until the decline of shipping and manufacturing along the west side of Manattan in the '60s and '70s led to its abandonment in 1980. Read more about it here.


The High Line as it snakes between buildings at 18th Street.
© Brian Rose (digital)

The High Line will combine a paved promenade with planting running alongside and emerging from the walkway, evoking the way in which nature flourished on the derelict structure. The design is the work of Field Operations (landscape architects) and Diller Scofidio + Renfro (architects).


A short stretch of the tracks that once ran the length of the High Line.
© Brian Rose (digital)


The High Line by Joel Sternfeld

There are many people who are responsible for the saving and re-creation of the High Line, but from a photographer's standpoint, of significant importance was the series of photos done by Joel Sternfeld. These beautiful large format images captured the imagination of many, and helped generate support for the project.

New York/Brooklyn Bridge

Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, and one of the waterfalls by Olafur Eliasson.
© Brian Rose (digital)

I'm shooting for a Dutch real estate client, looking at the Brooklyn waterfront, the High Line, and the New Museum/Bowery neighborhood. My assistant Chris and I spent a long fairly arduous day in Brooklyn and Manhattan finishing up at Fulton Landing just under the Brooklyn Bridge on the Brooklyn side of the East River.

As we approached the bridge the sky was split between a dark threatening storm cell and an expanse of mostly clear blue sky. I said to Chris, this is going to interesting, whereupon the storm unleashed itself on us and we took shelter. After 10 or 15 minutes of torrential rain, the sun broke through and the bridge and surrounding area was bathed in golden light.


Future Brooklyn Bridge Park
© Brian Rose (digital)

The one picture is a fairly classic view of the bridges with one of Olafur Eliasson's waterfalls. Not an altogether successful installation, but a tourist attraction, nevertheless. The second was made in a mini park created to promote the coming Brooklyn Bridge Park. I photographed the signage complete with the usual "happy people" that inhabit the renderings of architects.

New York/Tekserve

Tekserve (digital)
© Brian Rose

Gurgling aquarium, mounted shark, wooden theater seats, kiddie ride, stressed out people. It has to be Tekserve, New York's wild and wacky Macintosh repair shop. They sell stuff, too. It's a pretty entertaining place, actually--especially when someone at the counter tells you that your laptop hard drive is dead and that it will cost thousands to recover the data. Are you backed up? I am.

New York/Tompkins Square Park

East Village protest, 1989, Q. Sakamaki

I have to admit being astonished to see the New York Times run no fewer than eight photographs from Q. Sakamaki's new book "Tompkins Square Park." This is a book about the tumultuous period during the late '80s and early '90s in the East Village. The black and white pictures of the showdown between squatters and activists on one side and the police on the other strike me as classic examples of what so often goes wrong with photo journalism. We as viewers are thrust into the action--whether protests, violent confrontations, or rock concerts--but are given little breathing room for a more considered view of things. History becomes rendered as a series of spasmodic incidents, character types, and visual clichés.

It's not that the things seen in Sakamaki's photos didn't happen, it's that they happened to different people in different ways. The photographs and accompanying polemic do not offer the possibility of differing experiences of the same time and place.

***

Tompkins Square basketball courts, cold winter day, 1980
© Rose/Fausty (4x5 film)

I was a frequent user of the park in those days, playing basketball on the courts at the corner of Avenue B and 10th Street. We were a ragtag bunch of ex-high school stars, ex-college players, and even a few guys who played pro overseas. The basketball could be amazingly good at times, but ultimately nobody was tall enough, fast enough, or strong enough to escape life on the courts of Avenue B.

The players were black and latino, many from the projects nearby, with a few white guys like me thrown in. And there was the incomparable Joe Ski, his last name shortened, I think, from an unpronounceable Polish appellation. Joe had the best jump shot I've ever seen. Not so much because his form was mechanically perfect, but because when any game was on the line, Joe would bury the winning shot. I guarded him a lot--we were both about 6'4"--and I gave him everything I had defensively. Joe's favorite ploy was to draw me right into his jump shot--I'd go up in the air hanging all over him 20 feet from the bucket--he barely able to glimpse the rim--and somehow, miraculously, he would bang the damn thing in and walk off the court like it was the most routine thing in the world.

There was another guy who hung out in the park in those days--his name has vanished from my brain--and he loved to watch us play basketball. I had no idea where he lived, what he did, how he survived, but I knew he wrote poetry, and he also loved to talk politics. One day we heard that our poet fan had died--of natural causes I believe--and a memorial was held on the following Saturday on the basketball court. So, we all stood there, a motley crew if there ever was one ranging from school dropouts from the projects to college grads like me. A friend read one of his poems, a starkly honest portrait of Joe Ski--a white man in a black man's sport, too slow, not tall enough--but as magnificent a player as you'd ever see.

The basketball players were mostly disdainful of the white anarchist types who inhabited Tompkins Square Park during the late '80s. These were guys who grew up poor, worked hard, and in some cases, had just escaped becoming another Lower East Side statistic. Back in the late '70s and early '80s the park was often desolate, like much of the neighborhood around it. The squatters came later, after a lot of political activism had already secured buildings and gardens for the community--despite losing many battles--and acted like their cause was the only cause that mattered.

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E1st Street with the Cube Building in rear, 1980
© Rose/Fausty (4x5 film)

1988, the same year as the Tompkins Square riots, I was involved in a hard fought battle to save an abandoned building on the corner of Second Avenue and E1st Street. The city had proposed selling the Cube Building, as it was known, for a dollar to a private developer. As a member of the Cooper Square Committee, a housing advocacy group, I led the effort to get city approval and state funding to rehabilitate the building for 22 formerly homeless families. It was just one project on the Lower East Side--a drop in the bucket, perhaps--but for me a concrete triumph against the forces that others ranted, often impotently, about.

We essentially suckered New York state into the deal claiming that it would cost about a million dollars to renovate the building, even though we knew it would likely take more. It ended up over 2 million dollars. But the state was eager, if not desperate, to give out funds earmarked for alleviating the mounting homeless problem, and we had a project ready to go.

I remember well the critical moment when we met with state officials in the World Trade Center for final approval of our plans, such as they were. I was both terrified and sick with stomach flu at the meeting, which ended with state commitment to fund the project. Afterwards, I rushed home in a cab, feeling elated but increasingly ill, ordered the driver to stop, jumped out and collapsed on the street, throwing up on the Bowery at Houston Street, looking like just another of the hundreds of derelicts who inhabited the area at that time.

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Tompkins Square Park, jazz festival, 2007
© Brian Rose (4x5 film)

So, I cringe when I read this in the Times:

“This book focuses on Tompkins Square Park as the symbol and stronghold of the anti-gentrification movement, the scene of one of the most important political and avant-garde movements in New York history,” Mr. Sakamaki writes in an introduction.

There was no single overarching political and avant-garde movement in New York at that time. There were a great many different conflicting initiatives and struggles--there were wins and losses--and in the end, the wave of gentrification that swept over the East Village and the Lower East Side, especially after 9/11, was the result of far reaching forces extending beyond the microcosm of Tompkins Square Park that have transformed the whole city.

New York/Williamsburg

Williamsburg, Brooklyn

From the Williamsburg Bridge.


Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Typical Williamsburg scene.

New York/MoMA

Home Delivery outside of MoMA (digital)

The MoMA exhibition Home Delivery, Fabricating the Modern Dwelling continues outside on the asphalt vacant lot next door. This lot is the site of a proposed 75 floor tower designed by Jean Nouvel which the local community board rejected as out-of-scale with the neighborhood. The neighborhood being Midtown Manhattan, the greatest concentration of super tall buildings on the planet.


Home Delivery outside of MoMA (digital)

The collection of buildings plopped down temporarily next to MoMA is decidedly under scale for the neighborhood, ranging from a 76 square foot living cube to a mini skyscraper that required some exertion to reach the upper terrace. (Nothing for me with my sixth floor walk-up office in lower Manhattan.) The view of these odd little structures in the midst of New York's skyscrapers is, well, endearing. But I can't imagine the community board going for these either.

New York/MoMA

The Dali exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art (digital)

Continuing my visit to MoMA. I find it increasingly difficult to deal with the crowds of people in the museum, and though the building's design has been generally hailed, I find it less comfortable than any of the museum's previous incarnations. The circulation area where the escalators lead up and down is particularly crowded and even gloomy. I yearn for a more open transparent series of vertical movements, perhaps two or three, to somewhat disperse the crush of cultural consumers.


Vector Wall by Reiser and Umemoto at MoMA (digital)

At the top floor where I was going the crowd was thick as flies due to the popular Salvadore Dali exhibition, but the modular housing exhibition Home Delivery was heavily trafficked as well. I took a couple of pictures in the entry areas of both shows--Dali's visage hovering above the flood of people--the diaphanous Vector Wall by Reiser and Umemoto glowing and undulating.

Unfortunately, photographs were not allowed inside the Home Delivery exhibition, and so--the freedom to express myself as a photographer curtailed (for whatever good reason the museum may have)--I will refrain from talking about the contents inside. But on to the modular houses outside...

New York/MoMA

Photographs by Bernd and Hilla Becher at MoMA (digital)

I went to the Museum of Modern Art yesterday to see Home Delivery, the exhibit on pre-fabricated housing, but along the way, cruised through the photography galleries. I was dismayed to see yet another major Bernd and Hilla Becher exhibition, at least at first. Don't misunderstand, I have always greatly admired their work and appreciated the dogged passion underneath their coolly conceptual approach to architecture and landscape. Sadly, Bernd Becher died last year.

But no artists I can think of have been more overexposed in the past decade or so than the Bechers. Not only is their work featured in virtually every survey of recent photography, we are reminded constantly of all the photographers who have been influenced by them as teachers, notably the Germans Gursky, Ruff, and Struth. All worthy artists, I am particularly fond of Thomas Struth's pictures. I just think it's time for curators to move on.

As I walked through the Becher exhibit, however, I found myself recalling why I like their work--despite its ubiquity--and was very happy to see two walls of images less rigorously centered on a particular building type where the landscape surrounding their objects of single-minded observation is allowed a greater role. There were two series, one which dealt with steel mills with the blast furnaces and attendant structures arrayed against the horizon.


Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Walker Evans (1935)

One scene in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania looked familiar--and then it flashed in my head. The same cemetery, row of houses, and distant factory were photographed in the 1930s by Walker Evans. The Bechers were undoubtedly aware of the quotation, and I was pleased to see them acknowledge this connection to photographic history and to one of the icons of landscape/documentary photography.

But enough about the Bechers.

New York/The Bronx

Wave Hill greenhouse

Just a summer interlude. A visit to Wave Hill, an estate turned into public garden and cultural center. A showery day, we ducked in to the greenhouse to avoid some raindrops.


Wave Hill greenhouse

New York/Fly's Eye Dome

Fly's Eye Dome by Buckminster Fuller (digital)

New York has much great public sculpture of the traditional kind--generals on horseback and solitary figures standing proudly against the sky or beneath a canopy of trees. But much less of the modern kind. At least not permanently installed.

What we have instead--and it's probably a good thing--are temporary visitations of new public art. No doubt you have heard about or seen New York City Waterfalls by Olafur Eliasson, a public art project on the scale of, if not as popular as, Christo's Gates. These mega pieces, The Gates included, have the difficulty of competing with the enormous scale and spectacle of New York itself, the skyline, the bridges, Central Park, and so on.

More enjoyable to me are the smaller installations that one comes upon serendipitously. Some are designed as site specific, and others are dropped in because they fit. One such object is a Fly's Eye Dome by Buckminster Fuller. Designed as the prototype for a possible home, it sits in La Guardia Place directly in front of a bronze walking and clapping statue of Fiorello La Guardia, former mayor of New York. It looks a lot like a giant soccer ball.


Fly's Eye Dome by Buckminster Fuller (digital)

Fuller's domes--equally organic and technological--have always been popular notions, despite never really taking off as practical schemes. Fuller's utopian optimism worked better in the 1960s, perhaps, though Fly Eye's Dome is from 1983, the year he died. But with the growing realization that the planet is rapidly going down the tubes thanks to our excesses, we will need all the crackpot visionaries and humanists--like Fuller--we have to help pull us through.

New York/LES

(Rose/Fausty)

After working on the new incarnation of the Lower East Side project for a number of years--not as intensively as I'd like, but gradually building up a sizable body of work--I decided to put it all together in book form using Blurb, the online DIY book publisher. As I began the process, downloading the software, thinking about the design, etc., I discovered that Blurb was having a book contest. With a first prize of $25,000 and lots of attention for the winner and the runners up as well. Deadline fast approaching. So, without much ado, I threw myself into a four day 14 hour a day marathon and designed, sequenced, and wrote the text of a 200 page photo book simply titled The Lower East Side--with 1980 and 2008 on either side of the title.


Introductory text (Rose/Fausty)

As you can see from the cover image above, I elected to use a rather brash magenta color as background, and it is used throughout the book as accent color. Although the photographs are all conventionally placed on white pages, I have pushed the graphic design forward a bit more than is typical for fine art books. The text, while readable, acts as part of the design, and the years of the photographs are clearly visible above the images, which is important, since the back and forth play between then and now is what the book is all about.


Typical double page (Rose)

Five years ago when I assembled a book dummy for The Lost Border, my Iron Curtain project, I worked with a graphic designer in Amsterdam who used magenta and deviated in various ways from the conservative design philosophy employed by most photo book publishers. Needless to say, when the proposal was finally accepted by a publisher, they shot down the design, and we went with a nice, but fairly tame, layout. Since this new Blurb book is not subject to anyone else's design sensibility, I have opted for the return of magenta, a non-neutral, but also non-natural color. Meaning that it does not tend to blend or pick up colors from the photographs. It remains a separate, even alien, element.

The important thing, however, is the content of the book. The first phase of the project was done in 1980 when fellow Cooper Union student Ed Fausty and I photographed the neighborhood with a 4x5 view camera. After that, we moved on to our own individual approaches to photography. I did various projects, most notably, documenting the Iron Curtain border and Berlin Wall. I lived in Amsterdam for 12 years, though keeping an apartment just off the Bowery. The following text taken from the book explains some of my motivation for returning to the project:

On September 11, 2001 I was in Amsterdam. The phone rang, and it was a friend from Berlin telling me in an urgent voice to turn on the TV. I then watched in horror as the attack on the World Trade Center unfolded and the Twin Towers collapsed. A week later I was back in New York on one of the first flights from overseas.

Although I made photographs of the impromptu memorial in Union Square Park, and took my view camera down to lower Manhattan mixing with crowds jostling for a glimpse of the WTC aftermath, I began thinking about a more serious response to events, one that would take a longer view of the impact on the city and beyond. Eventually I came to the conclusion I should return to where I had begun--the Lower East Side--the place where so many Americans traced their roots. The old neighborhood tucked beneath the bridges lying at the feet of the pinnacles of power would serve as a barometer of change and continuity.

Sometime in 2003 I restarted the Lower East Side project, working again with a 4x5 view camera, but on my own this time. From the beginning it was clear that this would not be a simple before/after take on the neighborhood. Before and after books, however fascinating, are usually one dimensional, and by definition subservient to the original set of photographs. While keeping an eye on the earlier photographs done with Ed Fausty, I wanted to rediscover the place with fresh eyes, with the perspective of time, change, and history.

What I have put together is a before/after book that looks forward as much as it looks back. I've mixed the photographs throughout with pairings and multi-page sequences of images based on numerous criteria--geography, composition, points-of view, similarities, contrasts, coincidences, religious and ethnic iconography, etc. What I like about it is that it's a book about the Lower East Side that does not get mired in "ye olde" neighborhood nostalgia. Nor is it a book about any one view of this often controversial place. Others have done that. This book is about the urban fabric we all inhabit, share and sometimes fight over.


(Rose/Fausty)

Unfortunately, however, it isn't a book yet except on my computer and in a couple of copies I'm having printed by Blurb. I've entered it into the contest--winners announced in early September--and I hope to show it around to publishers, galleries, and museums. At the moment there appears no venue for this project in lower Manhattan. No gallery or institution suitable, willing, or whatever. But stay tuned...

Update:

Here is the link to my book page on Blurb. Be sure to look at the preview feature of Blurb. You'll only see the first fifteen pages of the book, but it's pretty cool.

New York/Houston Street

Houston and Bowery (4x5 film)

A 4x5 variation of an earlier digital shot. This one with Hummer.

Williamsburg, Virginia

Colonial Williamsburg Fifes and Drums, 1967 (CW photo)
I am fourth from the left in the front next to George Carroll the corps leader.

On Friday and Saturday I traveled with my family to Williamsburg, Virginia for the 50th anniversary of the Colonial Williamsburg Fifes and Drums. I was a member from 1964 to 1972. The fife and drum corps was established in 1958, and its first drum major was George Carroll, a master drummer and historian of 18th century martial music.


Musical Tattoo on the Mall in Washington, D.C. in 1967 (CW newspaper clipping)
At the last minute I was handed the mace (drum major's stick) and led the corps in its performance with the Old Guard Fife and Drum Corps, the Marine Corps Band, and the Air Force Pipe Band. I was 13 at the time.

I joined at 9 years of age, took up the fife, and quickly rose through the ranks, which were based on instrument proficiency. We performed throughout the year in Colonial Williamsburg, and during my tenure, played for presidents Johnson and Nixon as well as many other world leaders and dignitaries. We were paid for what we did, and my nine years savings helped cover much of my college education.


George Carroll, the first CW Fife and Drum leader, and
Mark Riemer, fifer, on left.

Some 250 alumni of the Fifes and Drums returned to Williamsburg for the 50th anniversary, which featured performances by us and the current corps preceding the fireworks display on the 4th of July, and a parade down the Duke Gloucester Street the next day. Thousands of cheering people thronged the street and watched the performances given on Market Square by the three assembled alumni corps and the junior and senior corps of the present fifes and drums.


The crowd watching one of the corps enter the field.


From the ranks of the alumni corps as the present day senior corps performs.

Being a part of the CW Fifes and Drums was a life shaping experience, and provided lessons in excellence, leadership, and discipline. These are oft repeated clichés, of course, but having been at the pinnacle of something unique and rarefied, it has been--for me--impossible over the years to measure achievement on any other scale. Everything I have endeavored to do since has been informed by that early experience and by the relationships forged in the corps

Senior corps members posing for photographs.


My son Brendan and wife Renée behind the rope line.

The festivities ended with a banquet in the Virginia Room of the Williamsburg Lodge, a place I had performed in many times--now newly rebuilt. I was seated next to George Kusel, who worked on the staff of the corps for several years, and who provided much needed leadership for the fifers--George Carroll was foremost a drummer.


George Kusel in the alumni ranks

He was also an avid photographer, which interested me, having recently watched a National Geographic photographer at work photographing Colonial Williamsburg. With George's encouragement, I purchased my first 35mm slr, a Nikkormat (made by Nikon), a somewhat pricey camera for a kid, but something I could afford thanks to the money I earned with the corps. And as they say, the rest is history.

Chincoteague, Virginia

Abandoned gas station near Chincoteague, Virginia (digital)

It's a six hour drive down here from New York along the New Jersey Turnpike, and then Route 13 through Delaware and Maryland. Much of the landscape along 13 has been ruined by an excess of strip malls, fast foods, and gas stations. One wonders where this is all headed as gas prices edge above $4 a gallon.


Cheap cigarettes on Route 13 (digital)

Off the main road the landscape is largely unchanged, however, and further south on 13 there are vestiges of the earlier roadscape before the big chains came to dominate.

New York/Chincoteague, Virginia

From our hotel balcony • Chincoteague, Virginia (digital)

Headed south for a week's vacation. Chincoteague, Virginia. A scruffy fishing village adjacent to Assateague Island with its beach and wild ponies.

New York/LES

New York Marble Cemetery (digital)

One of the oldest cemeteries in the city lies hidden within the block bounded by the Bowery, East 3rd, East 2nd, and Second Avenue. We walked by last Sunday, and the gate was open, so we went in. There are no traditional graves or headstones. Under the grass are vaults, and the names of the deceased are on stone tablets set in the walls of the cemetery. In many places the walls are crumbling, and despite the landmark status of the site, it remains a vulnerable piece of Lower East Side history.

New York/Princeton

Historical Studies/Social Science Library • Wallace Harrison (digital)

While photographing a new building at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, I walked around the campus at lunch time, and took snapshots of two architectural gems, one by Robert Geddes (see earlier post and the other by Wallace K. Harrison.

Historical Studies/Social Science Library (digital)


Historical Studies/Social Science Library (digital)

The two groupings of buildings are directly adjacent to each other--the Harrison designed Historical Studies/Social Science Library was completed in 1964, and the Geddes complex a few years later. But stylistically, they are further apart. Both the brutalism of Geddes and the lighter/whiter neo-classicim of Harrison (and other architects like Phillip Johnson and Edward Durell Stone) were reactions to the dominate Miesian school of architecture.


Historical Studies/Social Science Library (digital)

One rarely finds the two styles side by side as they would seem to be incompatible. Here in Princeton, however, there is an architectural dialog between the two schools of thought, brought together in part by the integration of landscape and architecture.

See the post below for the Geddes buildings.

New York/Princeton

Institute for Advanced Study • Princeton, New Jersey (digital)

I've been down to Princeton a number of times to photograph a new building extension at the Institute for Advanced Study, a research center near Princeton University. It is, perhaps, best known for its former illustrious faculty member, Albert Einstein.


Dining Hall • designed by Robert Geddes (digital)

I haven't presented my pictures to the client yet, so I'll hold off showing them for now. But while there I walked around the IAS campus and discovered remarkable buildings by architects Robert Geddes and Wallace K. Harrison. Harrison, part of the firm Harrison, Abramovitz & Harris, which designed the Metropolitan Opera in Lincoln Center and a number of bland international style skyscrapers in Manhattan in the '60s, here created something sublime. Pictures to come.


West Building • Robert Geddes (digital)

Geddes designed a dining hall and adjacent academic building with birch garden in between in a style that is commonly referred to (unfortunately) as brutalism. The term has more to do with the use of rough concrete than of anything pejoratively brutal, but the public has readily attached the "brutal" misnomer to these often unloved buildings. The Geddes complex of buildings, however, is a relatively unknown masterpiece melding hard structure with soft landscape.


Dining Hall • Robert Geddes (digital)


West Building • Robert Geddes (digital)

These pictures, and those that follow, were made on the fly while breaking for lunch, not necessarily in the best light, and no interiors--the dining hall interior is spectacular. While continuing to use the 4x5 view camera for most of my assignment work and personal projects, I am now using the wonderful new Sigma DP1 as my go anywhere pocket camera.

New York/Sheepshead Bay

Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn (digital)

Another drive-by photo from the car window.

New York/Ground Zero

Ground Zero

Driving back from a shoot in Brooklyn I popped out of the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel and drove up the West Side Highway along the construction cranes in the pit of Ground Zero. The car I had rented had a sunroof, and I looked up and grabbed this shot through the glass.

New York/Eminent Domain

The New York Public Library (digital)

My visit to the New York Public Library to see Eminent Domain, a photography exhibition about New York City, started off well enough. Walking in to the building I noted that "flash photography" was not allowed, but was happy that I would be able to take pictures inside. I walked through the entrance to the exhibit and began reading the introductory text:

As the proposed regulations on photographing in New York City illustrate, photography is often subject to such private/public complications. Indeed, issues of privacy and image rights have troubled photography throughout its history; with the shift to digital media and the increasing regulation of public space (both literal and virtual), these issues are becoming even more complex. A photograph, after all, is a transaction between the private and the public that is negotiated through the taking of an image—a kind of eminent domain of the visual realm.

Stephen C. Pinson (curator)

Having read the text, I wandered about the dimly lit gallery waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. It's a beautiful room, and the exhibit itself was nicely designed, but the darkness was problematic. The photographs deserve a brighter, cleaner, more neutral environment.


Eminent Domain • Ethan Levitas photos (digital)

As I leaned my camera against a column to do the image above, a guard ambushed me, barking loudly, "No photography allowed! I told you when you came in. Put away the camera." My 9-year-old son was a bit shocked to see his father reprimanded with such harshness. I had unwittingly committed the crime of taking a picture of an exhibition relating to the increasing "regulation of public space (both literal and virtual)." Oops.

Still a little shaken by the reprimand, I looked around the exhibit. Nothing in the show itself had quite the impact of the guard's presumption of authority over the act of photography. The concept of eminent domain and the myriad implications of the phrase should have resulted in an exhibit of challenging work that addressed the blurring of public and private realm, not to mention the way in which government employs eminent domain for purposes that seem to make public good and private profit interchangeable.


Thomas Holton

Jacob Riis famously photographed the living conditions of immigrants in their tenements on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. His pictures were intended to shock the pampered consciences of the respectable class of Manhattanites. Riis's high moral dudgeon achieved results in the social sphere, but one perceives little empathy in his pictures. His flash powder explosions of light remain powerful and pitiless depictions of poverty. In comparison, Thomas Holton's well-intentioned pictures of family life in Chinatown seem too respectful, too careful of the relationship built up between photographer and subjects. I found myself wanting something more intrusive, personally riskier. I like the photo above the best because, for once, the interaction between participants is openly acknowledged.


Zoe Leonard

Zoe Leonard's square format images of Lower East Side garment businesses and the like were attractively nostalgic, but too casual, off-hand. It's hard to believe the accompanying text refers to these images:

Although centered on the Lower East Side and Brooklyn, the completed project (an archive of about 500 images) captures the wide-ranging forces of globalization, with specific attention to the route and final destination of New York’s castoff clothing in the contemporary rag trade. As such, Analogue is not only a meditation on the costs of urban redevelopment, but an exploration of the replacement of local markets by a global economy. As its name suggests, Analogue is also an elegy of sorts to a long-standing tradition of documentary photography, from Atget to Walker Evans, which Leonard sees passing with the onset of digital photography.


Betinna Johae

Bettina Johae's ambitious project in which she traveled the periphery of the city's five boroughs floats in limbo between a conceptual piece and a collection of individual images. Some of the photographs are mounted on the wall on movable pages that can be leafed through, and others are shown on small video monitors. The mounted photos are not well lit, and the considerably brighter back-lit images are pixellated even at small size. The website is the best way to see her work.


Ethan Levitas

Ethan Levitas's subway cars are the strongest images in the show, each train car (or parts of two cars) photographed at the same distance capturing people framed in the windows. We see faces, backs of heads, gestures, flecks of color and pattern--people in public, but suspended in moments of private isolation.


Reiner Leist

Reiner Leist has photographed the scene outside his studio window almost every day for over 10 years using an 8x10 view camera. The images are murky and hold little detail despite the 8x10 format. Different household objects are seen in the foreground on different days. During the making of the series, the Twin Towers disappear. The book costs $85.

New York has undergone historic transformation in recent years, first rising from financial collapse and the rubble of the '70s and '80s, and then, at a quickening pace, rising from the ashes of September 11. There have been profound dislocations of neighborhoods, while the population has continued to increase, diversify, and stratify. New York careers forward in the midst of a new gilded age, an era of mega real estate projects designed by rock star architects held aloft on the ether of money while war grinds on far away in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Whatever the merits of the various photographers' work, too little of this complex dynamism can be found in the exhibition at the Public Library.

New York/Red Hook

Red Hook, Brooklyn

Without comment.

New York/Red Hook

Red Hook, New York

I'm shooting some apartments for an architect in Red Hook, the waterfront neighborhood just below Carroll Gardens. It's a pretty gritty environment, but fascinating--docks, factories, lofts, little houses, big housing projects, and coming soon. Ikea. It would be gentrified already, but it's notoriously hard to get to. No subway.

New York/Reconnaissance

Red Hook, New York

There's an article in the Guardian from a few days ago linking the increasing harassment of photographers to the general fear of terrorism. I think there's some truth to that. The author also relates it to movie plots in which terrorists seem always to be casing the joint with a camera.

I think the latter point is a bit overstated, but I do believe that there is an increased climate of distrust in the air--certainly post-911--but I believe it started before that. Photographers have become psychological scapegoats, the victims of heightened vigilance, even paranoia. Ironically, this climate has emerged at the same that photography has been greatly democratized by digital cameras, websites, flickr, and other online means of disseminating images. The world is awash in pictures; yet we fear the power of photographs more than ever.


Red Hook, Brooklyn

As one who has experienced first hand what it's like to try taking pictures in a communist country, I greatly sympathize with the quote below posted on the blog the Online Photographer.

I remember reading an article about East Germany in _National Geographic_ back in the early '70s, in which the author describes being harassed by the Volkspolizei for having taken a photograph of something he "shouldn't" have--a bridge or some other public edifice, as I recall. I remember thinking "Boy, I'm sure glad that sort of thing can't happen in the USA!"

Just a few years ago, some colleagues of mine from Germany were taking in the sights along the Mall in Washington DC, taking pictures of the grand public edifices. Apparently they took a photograph of something they "shouldn't" have, as they were stopped and questioned twice by police, and were obliged to delete several shots from their digital cameras.

It was a nice country, while it lasted. Perhaps it isn't too late to take it back.

New York/MVRDV

Wozocos • MVRDV • Amsterdam

For those of you who saw the architecture edition of the New York Times magazine and who are looking for photographs of MVRDV buildings, here's a good place to start.

Silodam
Wozocos
Ypenburg houses

New York/Prohibited Sight

Robber Barons by Studio Job--corporate greed in bronze (digital)

One of the primary purposes of this journal is to chart my course through the city--and elsewhere--and comment, where appropriate, on the things I see, neighborhoods I walk through, architecture I encounter, exhibits I visit. Sometimes I go out with my 4x5 view camera, and take snapshots with my digital camera on the side--a sort of comment on my own activity. Other times I just shoot off the cuff with the digital camera, going back, to some extent, to the 35mm street photography style of my student days.

The world I perambulate is becoming less and less a free space for visual commentary--meaning photography is forbidden. It's an insidious incremental crimping of the public domain, and there are now all sorts of places that are ambiguous public/private zones where various kinds of behavior and speech can be regulated.


Taxidermy by Melissa Dixson, wall paper by the Timorous Beasties (digital)

The pictures above was taken in Moss, an extraordinary design store in Soho that is as much gallery as shop. In fact, the current work on display featuring Dutch artist-designers was funded by the government of the Netherlands. Much of the work shown is political in nature, and like most political art, it is consigned to a gallery world populated primarily by supposedly high-minded wealthy individuals. The display above juxtaposes a grouping of idealized stuffed foxes cavorting against a wallpaper background created by the Timorous Beasties depicting "victory" in the Iraq war with bloody drips and splotches. To the victor the spoils.

After casually taking the preceding photos, I was informed by the shop staff that photography was not allowed. This being a private business, I quickly acceded to their demand, but I did ask the sales person, why? As is so often the case, she didn't actually know. There may, in fact, be a good reason--at least from the shop's point of view--but from my position as a blogger, a photographer, a (granted) self-appointed visual critic, my intentions have been stifled.

Now, on to the "public" library...

New York/Tribeca

A telephone building in Tribeca (digital)

Scattered around Manhattan, particularly lower Manhattan, there are a number of telephone skyscrapers, buildings that were built principally to hold switching equipment and the like. One especially unlovely blank walled monolith near the Brooklyn Bridge is likely to be transformed into a glass windowed office tower.


Western Union building in Tribeca designed by Ralph Walker (digital)


Barclay-Vesey building designed by Ralph Walker (digital)

Walking downtown through Tribeca the other day I encountered several phone buildings designed by Ralph Walker, the great Art Deco architect, which prove that such structures need not be bad architectural neighbors. The Barclay-Vesey building, regarded as the first Art Deco skyscraper, was badly damaged on 9/11 and has been fully restored.

New York/WTC

Ground Zero/WTC (digital)

Made another walk with my view camera down to Ground Zero/WTC. Construction continues mostly below ground focused especially on the transportation infrastructure. WTC 7 is the only finished building that replaces anything lost on 9/11, but eventually new towers will rise from what is still a giant hole in the ground.


Pedestrian bridge over the West Side Highway (digital)

There is still no good place for tourists and visitors to advantageously view the entire WTC site. As a result, people wander about picking their way through a maze of fences and barriers. The ill-fated Deutsche Bank building remains shrouded in netting, but is slowly coming down.

Note: Thanks to Blogger being down again for uploading to ftp blog sites, I accidentally overwrote my last post. I'll try to re-up those photos later. Blogger's poor performance has greatly tarnished my previously high esteem for Google, the company that offers the service.

New York/Clinton

Somewhere in Soho just off Broadway (4x5 film)

Like many kids in the early 60s, I was a fan of John F. Kennedy. I kept a plaque in my bedroom with Kennedy's famous "ask not" quote embossed on it. He was the first president I knew, and his natural eloquence and character formed my understanding of who and what an American president was supposed to be. I was 9 years old when he was cut down by an assassin's bullet in Dallas.

I was 14 years old in 1968, the most tumultuous year, perhaps, in post war American history. I was young, but fully aware of what was going on--the civil rights struggle and the war in Vietnam. The murders of Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy left me devastated and heartbroken, and I don't think I've ever really recovered. I remember poignantly Teddy Kennedy's eulogy delivered in St. Patrick's Cathedral, as deeply eloquent a tribute as has ever been written.

A few days ago Teddy Kennedy was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and while one hopes for his recovery, I am already prepared for the worst.

We are in the middle of a dramatic and prolonged Democratic presidential campaign between the heir to Bill Clinton's two term presidency and, to many of us, the heir to the legacy of the Kennedy brothers. We all know the personal dangers associated with Barack Obama's candidacy as the first black man with a real chance to the highest office in the land. And we all know--and see--how messages of hope and idealism pose a threat to the status quo. There is an undercurrent of anger that lurks menacingly.

Yesterday Hillary Clinton raised the specter of assassination in an off hand reference to Bobby Kennedy, and how his campaign ran into June of 1968. When I read her comments and watched her deliver them on YouTube, I froze inside. She had invoked one of the darkest moments in American political history to justify the continuation of her campaign, knowing--surely--that in doing so, she was dipping, however gingerly, into a poisonous well of hatred.

Hillary Clinton's honor (and campaign) now hangs in tatters along with the legacy of Bill Clinton's presidency. It's over. Good riddance.

New York/Canal Street

Canal Street at Sixth Avenue and Thompson

Had a visitor yesterday from the Bay Area, architect friend David Kesler. I gave him a speed tour of a large chunk of lower Manhattan: the Bowery, the East Village, Lower East Side, across Soho to the area around Canal Street where it borders Tribeca.


David Kesler in front of the Storefront for Art and Architecture