I don’t mean to keep banging on about this, but rarely does a week go by that I’m not totally taken by surprise by the ongoing impact of the whole Charly Garcia Corner phenomenon.
Now, sure, your average American still has pretty much zero idea of who Charly Garcia is. When I wrote that article for The TriBeCa Citizen about the naming ceremony, there was a whole lotta backlash in the comment section from angry New Yorkers, wondering who the Hell this oddly mustachioed character was that he should be getting his own street corner. I implored people to remember that there’s a world beyond New York City, but I was largely met with a shouty chorus of “NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” That continues to make me a bit sad.
But ever since the story broke wide, however, the fateful predictions from my friends Inaki Rojas and Mariano Cabrera have completely come true. On my walks to and from the office in TriBeCa, I frequently stroll down Courtlandt Alley, and as I do, it has become not-at-all uncommon to spot folks (usually Latin Americans) faithfully replicating the sleeve of Clics Modernos. The light pole on that corner is also routinely covered in testimonials from sharpie-wielding fans who’ve made the pilgrimage to the corner of Courtlandt and Walker to pay homage, in very much the same way people flock to U2’s home studio of Windmill Lane in Dublin or the Beatles’ iconic byway of Abbey Road in London. See below…
But don’t take my word for it – check out the official Charly Garcia Corner Facebook and Instagram pages. I’m not makin’ this stuff up.
The image that really put the hook in me this week, however, was the one below. You may not know who Charly Garcia is or why he has a street corner named after him but the guy attached to the bicep below sure as shit does. The mind reels!!
And if you are curious, here's a taste of Clics Modernos...
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