There's a lot going on in the world, and there's a lot going on my world. Between the daily idiocy of the impending Trump presidency and the hoopla of the holidays and a busy patch on my own plate (work demands, family, and the book project), I don't have as much time to devote to the blog these weeks. But, I was struck by a sight on my way to work this morning, and thought I'd exhume some old photos to put up here.
My commute to work takes me right through the heart of TriBeCa every day. I've spoken about it here a few times, but when I first started visiting this neighborhood in the late 80s, it was a markedly different scene. The East Village was cool and SoHo was arty, but TriBeCa was just ... desolate. It completely captured my imagination.
These days? It's hard to reconcile that it's the same neighborhood.
Here are some shots I took in the mid-to-late 90s of various TriBeCa locations. Some look the same. Some don't. Enjoy....