Stop. Stahp. What are you even doing? That’s not a thing. This is New York; we have things. That is not one of them. How about you just hand over all of the cash in your wallet, change to your return ticket to an earlier flight and we’ll call it a day.
And I mean that title with the utmost of respect.
I’ve been a denizen of this fair[ly crappy] city my entire life, in one way or another. I spent some time in LA during college, but don’t worry, I got over it. The one thing, though, that I’ve consistently heard from around the US is that New York is a rude city.
This is, I feel, based on a fundamental misunderstanding of what this place is.
I’m going to print a couple hundred copies of this and just start handing it out.
NYC Then-and-Now: Old newspaper photographs of crimes and accidents, matched with present-day locations. Brought to you by the historian of the New York Press Photographers Association, and the photo morgue of the New York Daily News.
This photography series is a stunner.
"I miss everything about it when I’m not here. I miss just walking around—the feeling of being able to create your day on the move. The flexibility of New York—the ability to get ten things done in one block. And I miss the frankness and the directness of how people communicate here. ‘Let me get this, move over, I can’t talk right now, get out of my way.’ … The things you overhear are amazing. It’s like a constant line of different people that walk by you—the city is full of characters."
I found these two walking arm-in-arm, ever-so-slowly, up a staircase in the subway station. When I asked for a photo, they posed just like this.
“Is this your mother or grandmother?” I asked.
“Oh no,” he said. “I just met her on the train.”
Greatest city on earth.