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What defines a truly ugly building in a city with hundreds of thousands of buildings? A pristine modern structure with reflective surfaces and smooth edges can be decidedly ugly while a run down building layered with graffiti sprouting plants from cracks can be, in the context of the city, excruciatingly beautiful.
I offer the following as examples of ugly. You may disagree, but then, you’ve always been needlessly argumentative. This first one, with its exposed electrical components and bland circa cold era eastern bloc windowless walls….
…and this with its rusting screened-in terrace-cum-gangway, without which, the building would remain unremarkable…
…and what of this one? A monolith, is pure oddness distinguishes it. Its smudged white graffiti, cloying vines and peculiar miniature iron fence create an effect just crying to be marked by bar patrons too disoriented to find indoor plumbing.
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St. Brigid’s Church, the oldest Keely church still standing in the US, has been closed since 2001. The Committee to Save St. Brigid’s Church has a website describing the condition of the church, photos of the interior, and their efforts to raise funds and restore the building.
The view across from Avenue B. Windows boarded, garbage accumulating on the steps.
A pawlonia tree has taken root in a crack in the base of the building. These fast growing trees do a lot of damage, widening cracks, allowing more moisture to creep in.
In St. Marks Place the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in St. Marks Place. Most places were open, a few places closed, but all the colors much brighter than anywhere else in the city. You’ll see.
Is it open, closed, a business, a home…who knows… But it’s purple!
This is the orange door you heard about.
An editorial.
She made me promise to show things moving in, too.
Fruit!
