This is not what I want to see when I’m walking on 1st Avenue and inhaling. Sorry for the poor quality of the image, I was in a hurry to get to work and I take all my pictures with my stinky phone. Advertisements

Public Enemy of the East Village

Seen at the Astor Place subway station, and pondered for much time. Someone wants to protect us all from the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program. So… next time you think the HAARP is studying the ionosphere… you know, don’t buy it. Common conspiracy theories surrounding the HAARP believe that it is designed to create … Continue reading

The Optimism of Youth

Seen on E 10th between 1st and 2nd avenues. Seriously, who would do this? I’m almost offended by the sheer happiness implied by this number of hearts in so small a space. In any case, someone decided a lot of hearts needed to happen, and I’m not entirely sure it could have been done by … Continue reading

Raw Sugar Shit

Seen and enjoyed on my regular walk to work at the Astor Place construction site. I genuinely do not know why this little bit of graffiti brings me so much pleasure but it really brightens my day whenever I pass it… I think it is because it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure … Continue reading

How many Metrocards does it take to cover a bicycle?

Dear Readers:

My East Village picture today is of an object I found to be rather astonishing.  As my boyfriend and I were walking down 1st Avenue not long ago (around E 9th), we saw this bicycle adorned with Metrocards.  I do not know if this is a famous bike amongst Manhattanites or Brooklynites or some other near-NYC-ites but I know it’s the fucking tits.  Clearly this is a work of moving art.  But I want to know who this bike belongs to, and where they got all those cards.  Seriously, did someone just hang onto them for a few years?  Or–and this possibility frightens me a little–did they just pick up the cards you see cast away on the ground at various subway stations.  You know, the ones covered in filth comprised of what only New Yorkers can begin to conceive.  Maybe this bicycle owner got all their friends to hold onto old cards… well, let’s hope for door numbers 1 or 3.

I also wonder if this is some kind of a statement.  The person is riding a bicycle, not the subway, after all.  I hope it doesn’t mean shit, I hope someone just got bored and came up with the random idea to cover their bicycle in Metrocards.  Don’t you get tired of art having to mean something sometimes?  Don’t you just want it to look cool?

Well anyway, BEHOLD the mighty Metrocard bicycle.  If anyone should see this and have information about it, please do send me a message… I’m kind of dying to know more about it.


Hey, dingus, it’s East Village iconography!

When I first moved into the city, I thought I might have to shoot myself in the face.  It’s loud, people are rude, it’s smelly… I always wanted to live alone in the mountains.  But soon I found myself starting to tolerate the city, then vaguely enjoying bits and pieces.  Now, while I don’t love all of the city, I certainly love the East Village and feel that it is home.  When I walk into its edges from another area I begin to feel my entire body unclench to an extent.

The East Village rocks for a great many reasons, one of which is the plethora of sights… bizarre sights.  Therefore, in honor of the East Village in all its eccentric visual splendor, I will periodically post images from the East Village I’ve taken personally.  The first?  A warm message left on a city garbage container.