The front of Billy's Antiques on Houston Street. Billy's took a hit not too long back when they were raided and Billy himself was arrested for selling subway signs. Regardless, it's always been a favorite spot of mine with loads of things to marvel at. Mercifully, it's still there ... but for how long?
The Scharf Shack on Prince Street between Mercer & Broadway. Scharf was originally a member of the East Village art mob of the 80's and a contemporary of folks like Basquiat and Keith Haring. The Shack hawked collectibles like t-shirt and other hip tchotchke. The structure is still there, I believe, but it's no longer a Scharf venture.
Some rude graffiti I spotted scrawled on a newspaper box on the corner of West 11th Street and 6th Avenue, just outside of what used to be Niko's Magazine shop.
Some incredibly detailed, eye-popping graffiti on the walls of a parking lot on Grand Street between Broadway & Wooster Streets. This area remains a target for taggers and street art. These particular pieces were long since painted over.
More from that same lot. This was a favorite image of mine of a couple brandishing a bottle of bubbly. I took several shots of it over the course of a year or so before it was finally totally defaced and later painted over.
Block Drugs is just a little independent pharmacy in the East Village that still somehow survives amid the constant proliferation of big drug store chains. Jeremiah Moss wrote a more detailed item about it not too long back. I've always admired its old school neon signage. Last time I checked, Block Drugs was still there.
Just a bland little shot of the front door of the late, great Chumley's (which, you may remember, basically collapsed in on itself in 2007). They said it's comin' back, but as JM noted, the inside has already been entirely gutted.
I honestly can't be sure anymore, but I believe this was on the northeast corner of Crosby & Howard Streets. If that's correct, the business was originally a woodworking machinery concern and is now a posh boutique of some kind. I just liked the old, weathered look of it at the time.
I can't recall the exact address, but I believe this antiquated Coca-Cola sign is still faintly visible somewhere in TriBeCa.
Winston Churchill flashes the V's at you from the window of Myers of Keswick, a great little grocery store in the West Village devoted to rarified British comestibles. Supposedly, Keith Richards is a dependable patron when he's in town. Myers is still there. I bought a delightfully unhealthy sausage roll from it just a couple of weeks back, and it was luv'erly.
That's all for now. There may still be more to come.