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The Long Abandoned City Hall Subway Station in New York
The City Hall station was meant to be the crown jewel in the city’s new subway system. It was opened in 1904 as the southern terminal of the Manhattan Main Line (which is now part of the IRT Lexington Avenue Line). Located beneath the public area in front of City Hall, the station has always been considered the most beautiful in the city.
Using an unusually luxurious style of architecture along with colored glass tile work, beautiful skylights and dignified brass chandeliers, the station was undoubtedly unique. Although it was the focus of the subway system groundbreaking ceremony in 1904, City Hall station eventually fell into disuse.
By 1945, only around 600 people per day were being served by the elegantly appointed station. As the trains grew longer and added doors in the middle of the cars, the City Hall platforms were no longer suitable. There were now unsafe gaps between the train cars and the platform; in other stations, the platforms were rebuilt or extended, but this wasn’t an option in the tightly-curved City Hall station.
Rather than undertaking a very costly renovation of the station which was hardly used by the public, the city decided to close it down. The station’s last day of service was December 31, 1945.
Recently, the MTA changed the rules to allow passengers to ride through the gorgeous City Hall station. Although the station is still closed to passengers, you can get a glimpse of the former glory of this interesting piece of New York history by sitting back and relaxing while the number 6 makes it loop.
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James Dean haunting Times Square. New York, 1955.
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Herald Square, New York (1913).
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Park Benches - Love is Everywhere [Couple flirting on a fire escape], 1946, by Stanley Kubrick. More can be seen at the Museum of the City of New York. He took an astonishing number of perfect photographs.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m35mhxUzk91qz6ivco1_500.jpg)
Park Benches - Love is Everywhere [Couple flirting on a fire escape], 1946, by Stanley Kubrick. More can be seen at the Museum of the City of New York. He took an astonishing number of perfect photographs.
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New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and the perishable dream itself. To think of “living” there was to reduce the miraculous to the mundane; one does not “live” at Xanadu.
Bad Burger vegan huevos rancheros for breakfast, Blockheads vegan nachos grande for dinner. Just one of those days.
Brooklyn Teen Gang, The Jokers c. 1959 (via Retronaut)
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If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with heart-shaped sunglasses and cotton candy hair; if Los Angeles is this woman, then the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister. The teenybopper sister snaps her stretchy pink bubbles over her tongue and checks her lip gloss in the rearview mirror, causing sis to scream. If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model and San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister, then New York is their cousin. Her hair is dyed autumn red or aubergine, or Egyptian henna, depending on her mood. Her skin is pale as frost and she wears beautiful Jil Sander suits and Prada pumps on which she walks faster than a speeding taxi (when it is caught in rush hour that is). Her lips are some unlikely shade of copper or violet, courtesy of her local MAC drag queen makeup consultant. She is always carrying bags of clothes, bouquets of roses, take-out Chinese containers, or bagels. Museum tags fill her pockets and purses, along with perfume samples and invitations to art gallery openings. When she is walking to work, to ward off bums or psychos, her face resembles the Statue of Liberty, but at home in her candlelit, dove-colored apartment, the stony look fades and she smiles like the sterling roses she has bought for herself to make up for the fact that she is single and her feet are sore.
LOVE IS DEAD
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