Ninth Street looking west toward Avenue C...
Eighth Street just east of Avenue B...
This looks to be between Eighth Street and Ninth Street looking toward Avenue C...
... and as timeless as a shot as you'll find... looking west on 10th Street between Avenue B and Avenue A...
Via EastVillageRat's photostream.
18 comments:
Very cool photos...thanks Grieve and East Village Rat!
The one you are unsure of is another picture of the same stretch of 8th between B & C (my block). Great photos!
Lovely photos!!I was there too!!There was a great small and intimate French Restaurant on 9th and C the name escapes me--it was something new in the area..a first of it's kind. There was also a lovely French Bistro on 1st and 1st owned by a high school friend of mine named Martin. These places were new but instead of displacing other "old timey" restaurants--they added something unique and special to the EV. Nice memories.
Ah, right! Thanks Tater... I see that now comparing it to the photo above...
awesome.
Really cool photos. Thanks for the link!
Cool pics!! Would love to see more old ones.
Melanie -- was that bistro on 1st & 1st the successor to the Baltic? Do you remember the accordion band that accompanied the pirogies?
Very cool pics -- that was the year I moved to the East Village (or Alphabet City?). Many of my friends and family thought I'd lost my mind.......
@ Andrew Tyndall--I don't remember the Baltic. I wish I did--accordian music and pierogis--great combo!!
@Andrew--my friend Martin's Bistro may have been on 1st and 2nd--there was a lovely store nearby that made the best "Hip" tee shirts also on the block.
OMG--I remember the boat too!!
Bernard's, I believe, was the restaurant on C and 9th. It was lovely. I remember walking by that block with the steel drum aflame!
@ fashion whirled--Bien Sur!!Yes it was Bernard's. What a great restaurant.
awesome photos showing the real grit of the village. So hard to imagine the place we all love was once that.
Fire in the barrel for the win.
Reminds me of the day in the winter of 1993 when I was pick-pocketed & I was just scrappy or crazy enough to demand the robber give me back my pocket purse (which he did). Ah the good old days when the words "street cred" meant something.
-H
I remember gangs, junkies, cars burning, fear and people dying young and needlessly. Sorry I missed all the 'fun' that the others above describe.
Some more LES photos from the 80s
http://picasaweb.google.com/pderienzo/8thStreetSquatMid1980s#
OWR every time you post something its to tell us what shit the neighborhood was and how stupid we all are because we have different memories of it. Why do you still live here? Why are you even reading this blog? Why don't you just shut the f up and go away, you cranky old fart?
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