In which The Gay Recluse sees remnants of craft in the morning commute.
This is where we stand every morning to wait for the train.
And dream of stenciling this pattern onto the walls of our office.
Filed under: Architecture, Capitalism, City Pattern Project, Communism, Photography, Subway, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 1 Comment
Tags: 163rd Street, Art Deco, Grates, Iron Work, MTA, Peeling Paint
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How I respond to your aching sense of vanishing beauty.
The Palm Beach Fair, one of my favorite events of the year, sells Renoirs, Pendergasts, and Miros. They also feature remnants of Deco rescued from forgotten locales like those pictured above. Polished and displayed against black velvet, the above grate would probably go for about $35,000. That, of course, is when people would stop and notice it.