The Treehouse + The Cave

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Thursday, February 03, 2005



It's really sad to watch a building disappear before your eyes. Everyday as I walk down 13th Street towards work, I face an abandoned building (adjacent to The Highline) that recently sprouted a moat of blue scaffolding. With each morning the pile of rubble at its base grows and its height diminishes, quickly illustrating the power of gentrification.

In 2002, I climbed through the fence at the Javits Center, and like so many young New Yorkers, illegally walked The Highline. My journey, documenting graffiti and the perseverance of urban vegetation, ended just above Gansevoort in the building that now crumbles. It was late in the day, and orange sunlight streamed over the Hudson through the building's many broken windows and perforated steps, inspiring enough photographs to kill several memory cards.

Word has it, that they're making way for another Ian Schrager Hotel. Inevitable I guess.

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