Another piece of NYC nostalgia, this time via the Facebook page of Dirty Old 1970s New York. While the men in the office are sure-‘nuff diggin’ the fox in the yellow dress, all of us are loving the old school touches—including the vintage traffic light, garbage can and bake-shop store front.
We’re afraid to click on the link to more of these pictures—because once we do, important work will not get done. Unimportant work will not get done. We will forget to eat, and will only tear our eyes away from the screen with the most extreme reluctance.
I’ve been around iron all my life ever since I was a kid. I was born and raised in iron ore country—where you could breathe it and smell it every day. And I’ve always worked with it in one form or another.
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.