the east river at night

Night view of Lower Manhattan’s Financial District skyscrapers and Brooklyn Bridge’s viaduct. View looking southwest from East River, late 1962.

Photo: Shostal, New York.

Source: Roland Gööck. “Maravillas del Mundo. Prodigios de la Naturaleza y realizaciones del hombre, desde las cataratas del Niágara hasta las bases espaciales”. (España, Barcelona, Ediciones Nauta, 1968).

Weegee, Striking Beauty,  July 27, 1940. 

The three skyscrapers are, from left, City Bank Farmers Trust Co., 20 Exchange Place (built 1931); the City Services/AIG Building, 70 Pine Street (1932); and the Bank of Manhtaan Trust Building (now Trump Building), 40 Wall Street (1930). In the center foreground is the Central Vermont Terminal, Pier 29, the East River.


Brooklyn bridge, New York. par Carlos Arriero
Via Flickr :
Puente de Brooklyn, Nueva York.


I listen to this and all I can think is how:

A stupid argument stemming from Clint’s obvious incompetence in relationships inconveniently takes place before a holiday where Darcy visits her family. Clint doesn’t know much about Darcy’s family. She doesn’t like to talk about them and he respects that, given his own origins. He just hopes she gives him a chance to make up for being an idiot because she’s seriously the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time. Hell, he hadn’t realized at what level of hot mess he was until Darcy forced him to use his dishwasher as a dishwasher instead of bow storage and eat three square meals. With green things. Seriously, he’s already running his apology speech by Lucky and Kate.  

What he doesn’t expect is about three days later when his head is roughly stuffed into a hood. He’s bludgeoned until he passes out. When he wakes up, it’s to a punch in the stomach and he’s tied up to a chair.

Okay…this looks bad but it’s probably just the Tracksuit Draculas that won’t seem to disappear no matter how hard he tries. Or maybe those drug dealers he busted last week near the apartment. All things he can handle, even if he doesn’t have his bow ready. 

Except when the hood is removed, he is definitely not faced with the European mobsters or a couple of thugs. In his bones, he knows these guys are bad news. Something just radiates off of them. An air only earned through decades of crime, bred into the family like an heirloom passed down the generations. These are the guys that bust your kneecaps for having the audacity to think you can take them down. The kind that cut off your finger as a gentle reminder to pay your dues on time. Sure, Clint’s dealt with guys like these but never unarmed and he often ends up with a cast or two after. 

So, Clint smiles sheepishly and asks how their day’s going in a jovial tone. Not even a crack from the younger ones. Never a good sign. It’s too dark (in what he assumes is a warehouse) for him to discern any exits. What’s even worse is a middle-aged man carrying a bloodstained crowbar and looking like it would make his day to have a go at Clint. 

Clint ends up rambling about how he’s just a simple landlord who wants to make his apartment safe for the families just trying to get by. How he didn’t take kindly to the drug dealers trying to recruit the kids as runners and if that impeded on family business, then so be it. Except, all the men suddenly look confused, if a little amused. 

The man with the crowbar raises an eyebrow before grinning. It’s an ugly grin and sends a shiver down Clint’s spine, even if he fights it. 

“This ain’t about drugs, kid. This is about what you did to my favorite niece,” the man says. Although Clint’s confused and on the verge of denying such outlandish claims, his stomach drops nonetheless. 

“She’s your only niece, Uncle Rocco,” one of the younger men point out in good humor. ‘Uncle Rocco’ shrugs. 

“Is this about Penny? Is she back?” Clint ventures. Penny was involved with the Tracksuits. Maybe she was family to some other mob before that. Though it’s made obvious rather quickly at Rocco’s angry sneer that’s not the answer they want. 

“No. It’s about Darcy. But you messin’ round with tramps would explain why she was almost in tears, this Thanksgiving.” 

Okay. This really is bad. At least, now, Clint knows why Darcy never mentioned her family. Though, he doubts that will sooth him when he’s fitted with cement shoes and dropped into the East River. 

sapphysapph  asked:

Hello! I'm a mad creature from Australia who is seeking advice. You posted up an amazing selection of amazingness about NY & London aaaaages back. I don't suppose you know where it is or could give me a snapshot of some of that info again? I'm going to be in London just before Christmas and then going onto NY for Christmas/NYE and you having lived in both cities and generally being amazing I figured you would be the lady to ask. Hope you can help! xx sapph

YES of course boo! here you go: 


Restaurants (some highlights) 

  • Uva (Upper East Side)
  • Caracas (Lower East Side) 
  • Malatesta (West Village)
  • Buvette (West Village) 
  • Heidi’s House (UES)
  • Little Owl (West Village)
  • Craft (Gramercy) 
  • Dumont (Williamsburg, Brooklyn)
  • Rosa Mexicano (UES, Upper West Side, Union Square)
  • Sweet Chick (Williamsburg, Brooklyn) 
  • Sushi Samba (West Village) 
  • John’s Pizza (West Village, Times Sq)
  • Palma (West Village)
  • Penrose (bar with good pub fare, UES)
  • Novecento (SoHo)
  • Momofuku Milk Bar (East Village, Midtown, UWS)


  • Met and Natural History (UES and UWS, respectively)
  • Tenement Museum (by appt only, LES)
  • Museum of Sex (Rose Hill)
  • Cooper Hewitt Museum of Design (UES)
  • Historical Society (UWS) 
  • NY Public Library (midtown)
  • Frick Collection (UES)
  • Museum of the City of New York (midtown)
  • Neue Gallery (UES)
  • NYC Police Museum (Financial district)
  • Park Avenue Armory (UES)


  • Evolution (amazing cabinet of curiosities, SoHo)
  • Brooklyn Flea Market (Ft Greene)
  • Strand Book Store (the best, Union Sq)
  • Forbidden Planet (a geek’s heaven, Union Sq)
  • Trash & Vaudville (birthplace of punk, St Marks)
  • Search & Destroy (scary, weird, cool, St Marks)
  • Dressing Room (LES)
  • Pearl River (all-in-one Chinese/Japanese import megastore, SoHo)
  • Babeland (18+ only!, LES)
  • Rudy’s Music (most beautiful guitar shop in the world, SoHo)
  • Designer Resale (nabbed a Prada trench here for $70 - this place is amazing, UES)
  • Kinokuniya (Japanese bookstore, midtown)
  • Rizzoli (one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world, bilingual English/Italian, midtown)
  • Topshop (just as much as a ripoff as it is in the UK, but the venue is cool; across the street from Pearl River in SoHo)
  • Obscura Antiques (LES)
  • Toy Tokyo (St Marks)
  • Shakespeare & Co Booksellers (UES) 


  • Bethesda Fountain in Central Park
  • English, Italian gardens in Central Park
  • Basically, Central Park
  • The Highline
  • Walk along the Hudson and/or East Rivers at night
  • And just try to walk everywhere you can. xxxx


    •    british museum (taking tea here is exceptionally good)
    •    marylebone high st is my favorite street for walking in london, especially for cath kidston, conrans, daunt books (my favorite bookshop in the world) and a delightful weekend market at the top of the street near baker street tube called “cabbages & frocks”
    •    the library at RADA (not sure if this is open to the public)
    •    the misc squares and general stunning georgian leafiness of bloomsbury
    •    denmark street is the best street in london for buying musical instruments. i’ve spent hundreds of afternoons at hank’s in a big armchair playing their stunning guitars. 
    •    if you happen to be on mortimer st, the george was my pub when i lived on nassau st. have a pint on me. 
    •    roka sushi. so so good.
    •    suka - malaysian fare in the sanderson, an inconspicuous fashion hotel. to-die-for food but pricy. even if you can’t afford the grub, go into the hotel for a drink at the long bar. the elevator gives the illusion that you’re standing in a starry sky.

    •    selfridges natch
    •    carnaby street is a gorgeous little hub for shopping, though it can be touristy; dance around the edges to find hidden gems, like the great frog, which makes fucking awesome jewelry. head into kingly court for amazing vintage finds, five-minute massage parlors, tea emporiums and beauty salons.
    •    ronnie scott’s. brilliant jazz club.
    •    milk & honey. serious bar with serious booze.
    •    go shopping at covent garden. get a cookie from ben’s cookies. for the love of god go get one of those cookies.

    •    cafe 202. the best french toast i have ever had in my life. ever.
    •    hummingbird bakery. this is a no brainer. go here. do not ever skip here. there is also one in south kensington near the natural history museum so you have no excuse. go. and get the red velvet cupcake and dissolve into a puddle of tears at the fact that you’ve never had anything this good in your life.
    •    portobello market can be insufferable sometimes but it really is worth it. unbelievable treasures everywhere. alice’s at the top of portobello road is particularly strange and wonderful. it has everything from preserved animals in jars to globes to unreturned library books to circus paraphernalia. there’s also an awesome cowboy shop next door. 
    •    the portobello star. pub specializing in historical cocktails. awesome little place, don’t go on a weekend though.

    •    very off the beaten tourist path, but a must-visit if you’re young and into music. i went to school here for a year and it was a big stomping ground for me. the entire high street is littered with pubs and open mic nights and live music venues. walk around and explore. the north london tavern is my definitive pub. then there’s the brondes age, ciao ciao, the king’s head, the good ship, and powers - which is the first place i ever did a gig. the area can be a little dodgy at night but use common sense and you’ll be all right.

    •    i went to drama school here and lived here for a few years. the curtains up near barons court was my pub. (also the albion close by.) i love that place, it’s probably my favorite pub in london, if only for the memories. they make really good food as well. westfield shopping centre is fun if it’s pouring rain and you have nothing else to do. go to kensington palace if you can, and have a drink at the kensington roof gardens. otherwise there’s not much to do except enjoy the lovely park. kensington is largely residential and very expensive.

    •    93 feet east is a fantastic club for people who don’t like clubbing (like me). lots of different musical choices to choose from scattered all over the compound, from live rock to pop to reggae to trance…a lot of fun. but be wary. brick lane is notoriously debauched on weekends. call addison lee in advance for a taxi to come pick you up. do not take the night bus on your own. (this actually goes for most of london, unless you’re right in central - and even then it can be a bit rough on the weekends. the tube shuts at 11 so use common sense if you’re out late.)
    •    brick lane market. amazing treasure trove of eclectic goodies.
    •    the mockingbird. awesome tapas owned by my best friend’s dad and brother. authentic spanish food and the paella is out of this world. 

idk that’s like a list of things i really love to do but there is SO MUCH MORE i mean i’ve been there years, so it’s hard to sum up everything, but other areas to check out include:

    •    camden town (and if you want a fancy night out, go to gilgamesh. a friend’s dad owns it. amazing asian fusion with a fun dance club upstairs.)    •    knightsbridge (harrods and harvey nics are staples, but only really necessary to visit to say you’ve been there. harrods has a ladurée inside - the legendary french patisserie - so it is worth going there to have a macaron or six. however, signor sassi - tucked away in a little side street - makes the best italian i have ever had, and you will fall in love with all the waiters.) also go to embankment and take a walk along the river. cross the bridge, explore south bank. definitely go see a play at the national.