New York City’s fountains need more friends. I like to imagine that Stephanie Azzarone’s fascinating fount of fountain lore, Fabulous Fountains of New York, will open the floodgates of affection and attention.
Dog runs are rarely easy. There’s often not quite enough space and finding a surface that works for everyone is a genuine challenge. It’s a dilemma familiar to dog owners and NYC Parks alike.
Village community members and city leaders came together on a freezing February afternoon to re-raise the Pride flag at the Stonewall National Monument after a directive from the Trump administration caused it to be taken down a few days prior.
Don’t bother looking — there are no monuments to Black Americans in Greenwich Village.
The city that never sleeps is asleep while residents lose agency over what happens to their neighborhood. With changes in building requirements from The City Of Yes (TCOY), which does not promote affordability, it is clear that administrative actions do not improve quality of life.
It’s official, sort of. Since 1822, the little spot of heaven called Elizabeth Street Garden (ESG), has officially been a dedicated recreation space for the NOLITA neighborhood. After more than 50 years in the city’s neglected inventory, the ESG has finally gotten the recognition it has deserved. It was never meant to be a development site, and should never have been targeted for development by underhanded council members.
One High Line, a twisting 36- and 26-story residential and hotel development at 500 West 18th Street, alternately addressed as 76 Eleventh Avenue in Chelsea, has had a twisting history of its own.
Recently, Scott Hobbs, the executive director of Village Alliance, took me for a walk down 8th Street from his office to Astor Place Plaza. He was showing me examples of “Project Green,” a new fundraising initiative by the Village Alliance Business Improvement District (BID) to dramatically improve the green infrastructure of the Village.
Whenever I board the A train heading to Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge in Queens to walk the mudflats of the East Pond in knee-high boots, I feel like I may end up in Tolkien’s Middle Earth—the haunt of Godwit and Whimbrel, Dowitcher and Phalarope—fanciful creatures of a netherworld.
It would not be unusual to expect an empty mid-block lot on a busy commercial street to sprout a new building. But we are surprised to see that the owners of one empty lot on 14th Street, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, will build a park there.
