10th Street between A and B.
7th Street between Second Avenue and Cooper Union.
Ninth Street between First Avenue and Second Avenue.
Avenue C between Eighth Street and Ninth Street.
Eighth Street between B and C.
7th Street between Second Avenue and Cooper Union.
Ninth Street between First Avenue and Second Avenue.
Avenue C between Eighth Street and Ninth Street.
Eighth Street between B and C.
I’m growing tired - have been tired for some time, I suppose - of writers using their New York residency as a rhetorical device. Maybe this was once acceptable, when being from the Upper West Side or the East Village had a concrete connotation, but increasingly the device feels like an amateurish way of bragging about living in New York, about - woah - renting an apartment in a city that’s - woah - big.(Caine Blog)
Spectacular Soho Apartment * Skylights * W/D and D/W * Just a BEAUTYTRULY a BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL apartment * Super Mini-Loft and HUGE, GORGEOUS SPACE * Spectacular kitchen with skylight, dishwasher, washer and dryer, microwave, FABULOUS counter space * Breakfast counter * Exposed brick * Skylights * Hardwood floors * Full, windowed bathroom * SENSATIONAL NEIGHBORHOOD AND LOCATION - near everything that makes Soho living sooooooooo wonderful (close to all the fabulous restaurants, cafes, boutiques, gourmet shops, services, transportation) and a short walk to Greenwich Village, Noho, Nolita, Tribeca, Lower East Side (you can even walk to the East Village and even Chelsea) * A MUST SEE IF EVER THERE WAS ONE !!!!
After watching all three films, New York just looks like the craziest place on Earth, which, for some including myself and obviously for Sandler, makes it just about the most beautiful place on Earth. There’s one touching scene in Sway when Sandler talks with an elderly gentleman about how great NYC is. The old man can’t find anything to love about it while Sandler gushes about the amazing parade of life that passes by everyday. And thank God Sandler was there with a camera to catch it all.
The freak's frontyard conceals an entrance to the strange world under the boardwalk, with long forgotten hamburger signs, picnic tables and strange lairs. Hidden in the freak's backyard is a concrete porch looking out on a vast empty plain that was once Coney Island's Go-Kart track, batting cage and mini-golf course. Beyond this empty lot lies the Wonder Wheel, which is now surrounded by the demolition of Astroland. The home of the freak, like the gritty spirit of modern Coney Island, may be gone by next summer, replaced by the promise of luxury condominiums.