What makes New York New York

#61
the true israelites trying to start a scene

sad PA's on commercial shoots telling pedestrians to keep moving

entrepreneurs at every corner

running into someone you haven't seen in years and didn't even know lived here

people using umbrellas when its snowing

random cool spectacles
 

Shwirtz

Immigrant User
#62
Not-super-popular film that is a great glimpse at pre-60's NY:

The Cradle Will Rock (directed by Tim Robbins from 2001 I believe)

Thing that typifies NY for me:

Walking through midtown in the middle of a warm day. The people. The stupid/slow tourists. The hot dog carts. The energy. The passion of the pedestrians. Everyone's got somewhere to go and something to do. Never boring. NY is its streets. Its people are the lifeblood, constantly circulating. GOD I love NY!
 
#64
Hot, sticky summer days; wishing for the bitter cold to arrive sooner than the five months it'll take...

The bitter, brutal cold; wishing for August to arrive with the swelter it brings from hell to at least get the temperature above freezing...

Yanks-Mets Subway Series for three days in June and three days in July...

People walking down the streets on their cell phones, talking into ear pieces...

People walking down the street, singing/rapping along with the song blasting through their Discman...

Having MSG as a vast wasteland of overpaid, over-hyped, over-the-hill players (pick a sport, pick a team) and still loving them like a parent still loves his/her troubled teen...

Diner food...

-Mo
 
#67
The knock off scripts you get downtown.

The books they sell, that have been knocked off (literally) the back of a truck.

The Strand. Where all they do is sell knocked off books.

The dude who sells books out of his van at Astor Place, and sells lots of weird porn and stuff amidst his very appealing collection of rebelious and intriguing literature.
 
#68
Oh yeah. The Korean gangster dude who two days ago, in the middle of traffic infront of the Virgin Mega at Union Square, climbed out of his car window, peered over the roof of his car, and screamed (in very broken english):

"Come here you f*ggot! Come here you fuuuuukin f*ggot!".

It was very unclear who he was directing this too, and people kept on walking back and forth very non-plussed. But he seemed quite annoyed at somebody, and then sped off in his large silver SUV.

Somehow. That is SO NYC.
 
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