Sarah Wrote That | photography

Night Scene, West from 500 Fifth Ave, showing Times, Paramount, Astor & Edison Hotels.
Byron Company, 1937 (photographer unnamed)

Last week’s Hairpin piece reminded me I hadn’t had a Grüner Veltliner in a while. I’ve yet to find a bad one.

“…and thus the whole suit lapses, and melts away. Jarndyce and Jarndyce… is no more!”

Recommended: watching the entire 2005 Bleak House at one go.

photo: Allison Devers

I’m re-reading Howards End for the first time in a decade or more, and @andevers’s cozy shot of snowy London crossed my desk shortly after I’d gotten to Margaret and Mrs. Wilcox’s Christmas shopping expedition:

They drove from shop to shop. The air was white, and when they alighted it tasted like cold pennies. At times they passed through a clot of grey.

Last winter was exhausting but the snow drought we’re having here in New England is creeping me out.

“Victorian Relic in a Sea of Change”
Oceano, CA

From LIFE’s final issue, “The Year in Pictures 1972”

the-mtblog:

Pennsylvania Station
New York City
September 6, 1962

Photographs by Walker Evans, commissioned by LIFE for “America’s Heritage of Great Architecture is Doomed…It Must be Saved” - published July 5, 1963. These photos were from a total collection of 141 that Evan’s shot for the commission.

(© Walker Evans Archive, The Metropolitan Museum of Art)

With some things, nostalgia, golden age-ism, is merited. Come and go from Manhattan by way of a crystal palace? How would I!

Reblogged from Maury Postal

wnyc:

best. phone. bill. ever.

As tweeted by @garthj

-Jody, BL Show-

Get out of there cat. You are not a phone bill. You do not charge me for texts or change my terms of service, you are a cat.

Reblogged from WNYC's Transmitter

SW to NE, from the DuBois Library 23rd floor this morning. The gap in the middle is due west, where someone—the nerve!—was using a study carrel.

by Wired New York contributor @ddny2k

The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton | Part 2, Chapter 11:

Lily, lingering for a moment on the corner, looked out on the afternoon spectacle of Fifth Avenue. It was a day in late April, and the sweetness of spring was in the air. It mitigated the ugliness of the long crowded thoroughfare, blurred the gaunt roof-lines, threw a mauve veil over the discouraging perspective of the side streets, and gave a touch of poetry to the delicate haze of green that marked the entrance to the Park.

As Lily stood there, she recognized several familiar faces in the passing carriages. The season was over, and its ruling forces had disbanded; but a few still lingered, delaying their departure for Europe, or passing through town on their return from the South.

Lily in her eventual destitution does a lot of walking around Midtown, which was evidently even more devoid of places to rest without buying something than it is today.

I’d forgotten that Wharton refers to “a little restaurant in Fifty-ninth Street,” not on. I wonder when that usage changed.

photo: Museum of the City of New York
Easter Sunday outside St Patrick’s Cathedral ca. 1902
Edwin Levick, Frederick Lewis