Platform Shoos

As I'm sure it's been noted here before, 99's not/day/job/blog involves decon-positing highfalutin' urban studz. Dude's got Fat Albert's boom box in one hand and a $25 per issue architectural mag from Italy in the other, so make sure to stand with feet shoulder width apart and don't hold your breath waiting for the ice to melt.

I'm glad so much energy is being put into saving the high line. Even though it has little historical relevance to anything currently in the city, it serves as a cosmic thread knitting together the idealized vision of high art, high commerce and really fucking high real estate values. Plus it served briefly as the touchstone for white middle-class photo blogger urban adventuring. I can imagine the likes of Jason Kottke and Jake Dobkin wiping a poignant eye at some future SoHo Apple Store conference as they talk about the good old days. An aspiring media studies NYU student asks one of them about the odd doorway in the corner of one of their photos. "That, oh, that's the entrance to Comme des Garçons; they opened a couple years before I moved to the city." So, yeah, I want to get to one of those Highline Ballroom fund raisers toot sweet.

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