Based on EV Grieve's report on the latest developments regarding the impending glass rectangle of doom that will soon blot out the sun and crush the hopes, dreams, spirits and imaginations of all who dare to walk within in its looming shadow of abject avarice and chronic, soul-immolating mirthlessness, I thought I'd revisit a clip that made the rounds not too long back. Take a moment to soak in this lovely footage of Astor Place from a simpler, less harried age. We shall probably not see this type of languid tranquility in this neighborhood ever again.
There's something oddly fitting about this film being silent, as well. I'm not sure what day of the week (or what time of day, for that matter) this film was shot, but notice how no one seems to be a frightful hurry? I find it oddly soothing.