Sunday morning, I brought my son to a long-delayed soccer cataclysm (think a diminutive "Braveheart" with fewer swords and Scottish accents) over on the field is in the shadow of the looming, Terry Gilliam-esque Con Ed plant on 14th Street (y'know, the one that exploded when engulfed in the flood waters of Superstorm Sandy, plunging downtown in abject darkness). I brought my camera and snapped a few pics along the way...
Here's Oliver on the steps of the recently-rhapsodized former Ritz/Webster Hall on East 11th...
Oliver, again on East 11th, brandishing a giant spoon leant by an all-night-partygoer at Webster Hall's belated Halloween fete the night before.
The field on East 16th, east of Avenue C. Muddy, brown and strewn with odd bits of detritus, but still playable. We passed a few abandoned cars that had clearly been fully flooded and drained of salt water. Surreal.
Tompkins Square Park...
Oliver unwittingly pays tribute to dad's preoccupation with a photo of Television...
Oliver poses for yet another shot in front of Gem Spa...|
...in requisite homage to the New York Dolls....
Oliver in front of what was Rockit Scientist discs on St. Marks Place...
Oliver throwing the goats on the steps of Search & Destroy on St. Marks Place. Yes, concerned British true-crime afficianados, that is indeed Ian Brady and Myra Hindley tastefully pictured behind him. Blame Search & Destroy for that.
And, lastly.... Oliver pays tribute to ...umm..er... Foghat's Fool for the City...
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