(Mostly) Humans of Fifth Avenue (Main entrance at 82nd Street), New York
© Peter Rozovsky 2015
Labels: art, images, photography
posted by Peter Rozovsky at 3:02 PM
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
© Peter Rozovsky 2015
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- Name: Peter Rozovsky
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This blog is a proud winner of the 2009 Spinetingler Award for special services to the industry and its blogkeeper a proud former guest on Wisconsin Public Radio's Here on Earth. In civilian life I'm a copy editor in Philadelphia. When not reading crime fiction, I like to read history. When doing neither, I like to travel. When doing none of the above, I like listening to music or playing it, the latter rarely and badly. Click here to find an independent bookstore near you.
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4 Comments:
Ah, Peter, you send me into a melancholy tailspin! The location/source of your photos reminds of when I lived on West 81st Street in 1965. Damn! I feel as old as some of your photographed museum pieces. But, in spite of how I now feel, thanks for sharing.
What was the neighborhood like then? I don't think real people can afford to live there now.
I suppose it would be tactless to remind you that Ars longa, vita brevis.
I lived during the spring and summer of '65 in a 4th floor efficiency on W81st -- couple of blocks west of museums -- reminiscent of the apartment described by Flannery O'Connor in "The Geranium." It was a demographically mixed neighborhood of blue-color residents; I worked at an insurance rating bureau far downtown on 3rd Avenue. I barely survived the expenses then, but I now have no idea what the rent cost me. I was too young and naïve to know that I was too young and naïve to live there on my own. After a few close calls with the nightlife experiences in NYC, I eventually returned to the safety of western Pennsylvania which then was abandoned when the draft board sent me the dreaded letter in December 1965.
People are different in the parts of Manhattan I visit. Little children are all immaculately coiffed and look like spoiled brats, and even the dogs are well trained enough to pay no attention whatsoever to interlopers below a certain income bracket.
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