The 99% – Images from Occupy Wall Street

It’s difficult, if not impossible, to write about Occupy Wall Street without getting into the politics of the movement. There are thousands of handmade cardboard signs piled up in Manhattan’s Zuccotti Park that speak to everything “the 99%” are fighting for in a better way than I could, so I won’t even attempt to get into it.

Whether you support or abhor the reasons New York’s protestors are chanting endlessly through the final months of 2011, it’s hard to argue that a once humble and relatively ignored group of angry Americans hasn’t turned into… something. I don’t know what it is, but the nation’s not ignoring the Occupy Wall Street protestors anymore. In fact, the movement is spreading. Being the curious New Yorker that I’ve become, I couldn’t stay away. This is what I saw. Enjoy.

Finding their voices

Masked Crusaders

A Different Approach

Well Organized: Libraries, Cafeterias and Compost Stations

Woman Reads Declaration of Independence

Famed Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Zizek Speaks

Unamused NYPD

Standing Tall

Take Your Pick

Do you agree with the messages of Occupy Wall Street? You don’t have to be in New York to learn about it.For up to the minute updates on Occupy Wall Street, follow #OccupyWallStreet on Twitter.

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Boardwalk Empire Goes Underground – An Afternoon on an Ancient Subway Train

“The next train arriving at this station is not in service. Please step away from the platform edge.” As I eagerly awaited its arrival at 42nd street with my friend Kiki, those not familiar with HBO’s newest promotional stunt grabbed their confused children and backed off into the unknown. Those of us who know, many adoring mustaches, bowler hats, suspenders and age-old suits, rushed forward. I’d like to think HBO had MTA make that announcement so those of us in the know could get a first look at the train.

Seconds later, subway car 5290 roared into the station straight from the 1920′s. Conductors grabbed the heavy doors and slid them open with all their might as a well-timed “all aboard’ echoed through the terminal. We entered a train plastered from head to toe with literature from HBO’s Boardwalk Empire.

Normally, I’d be upset at such blatant advertising. But it’s hard to be angry at a company who spent years painstakingly falling into MTA’s good graces so they could pull off a stunt like this… buying an old 1920′s subway car, fitting it with Boardwalk Empire ads and unleashing it on Manhattan. In fact, it’s hard not to be giddy about it.

A Medley of Boardwalk Empire Ads

It wasn’t all ads, though. HBO went to great lengths to recreate the atmosphere of the age-old subway commute, and outfitted the cars with old news stories and trinkets (yes… trinkets).

Ancient maps, announcements and fire warning devices

Ironically, and perhaps sadly, the 90+ year old subway car actually managed to perform better than any subway I’ve ever been on. It was the fastest I’ve ever seen a subway car move, and its open windows created a breeze that dwarfed the most air conditioned of MTA’s trains. Why we’ve spent 90 years regressing is anyone’s guess. If only Nucky Thompson was real. As a man of the people, he’d whip Bloomberg into shape and get these cars back up and running full time in no time. And if he didn’t listen? Well, Nucky has friends. Bad friends.

If you haven’t checked out Boardwalk Empire, you’re wasting your time reading this. Seriously, your time would be better spent catching up on season one. If nothing else, give HBO a reason see this as a resounding success (I think it is) so we get more amazing real life promotional campaigns like this in the future. The world deserves a bit of fun every once in a while.

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It Was My Idea First – “Walk of Shame” Barbie

It’s 9:30 in the morning on a cool Sunday in New York City. While much of the sidewalk is populated with young families walking arm in arm toward the 10:00am church service on the next block, there is a tall, skinny woman walking the other way: head down, shoeless and confused. Say hello to “walk of shame” Barbie.

Rewind to Saturday night. Barbie’s getting ready for another “girls only” night out in the city with her best friends, intent on “only having 1 or 2 drinks tonight, I swear.” As the night marches on and desperate yuppies shower her with alcoholic offerings in exchange for a phone number, Barbie goes over the edge. We don’t know when exactly it happened, but Barbie has had one too many.

Fast forward. She wakes up the next morning, turning over to see the guy she swore looked “literally exactly like Ken!” An awkward, number-crunching type lays in his place, thick-necked and goofy-eyed. She quickly collects her things, desperate to get out the door before he awakens and asks her to stay for eggs.

Her heels are too awkward to aid her in a quick getaway, so she snatches them up and runs barefoot out the door, Saturday night outfit stuffed into her handbag, hair frazzled. Barbie’s not perfect, girls, and Walk of Shame Barbie’s here to spread the word.

Mattel, when you read this and decide you’re interested, I’m ready to talk.

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Survival Stories from Zone C – A First Look at the Aftermath of Hurricane Irene

“You’re in Zone C,” a special Hurricane Irene version of Google Maps told me. “And you’ll maybe experience major flooding if the storm somehow gets a lot worse than it already is. But probably not.” Like the rest of Manhattan’s residents, it was time to panic/blow things out of proportion. Rushing past apocalyptically long-lined Duane Reades and empty city bakeries toward Target on 116th street, I prayed the droves of people cleaning out flashlight/water bottle aisles from Battery Park to Central Park hadn’t made it up to 116th st yet. I was wrong.

The flashlights (flashlight aisle pictured above) were nowhere to be found. In fact, it seemed almost everything in the store was gone, save for those Pringles, which no one seemed to be interested in. They’re way, way overpriced, after all. Nowhere near as good as regular potato chips. Still, we managed to stock our “emergency rations bunker closet” with everything we thought we would need.

With enough water to last us years and years, Hello Panda cookies from Chinatown, a medium-sized watermelon, and extra soy sauce, just in case something happened to the soy sauce I already had in the cupboard, we were ready. We taped the windows, said one last thoughtful compliment to each other (just in case they were our last words on earth. I was told I had nice calves), and began waiting it out.

Minutes turned to hours, and after unsuccessfully trying to find an english version of True Grit again and again for what seemed like days, it was finally morning. And it was time to survey the damage. In fact, as a self-titled “Hurricane Overreaction Correspondent” in my neighborhood of East Harlem, it was my duty to.


East Harlem, though visibly bruised and battered, is eventually going to be okay. The trash cans uprooted can probably just be stood back up by people walking by who have an extra second or two, while the branches down may require two people (as per the OSHA regulations I remember from working at Target) to remove them from the sidewalk.

A rough estimate of the damages in East Harlem due to Irene run, at this point, about $14 – $16, depending on how many issues of “El Especialito” were contained in the El Especialito newspaper machine pictured above. That number could have easily reached $2014, if that branch had hit that car.

The real fallen “heroes” of East Harlem, however, are the cheap deli-bought black umbrellas. Though these $7-$10 items don’t normally make it through a regular rainstorm in New York, anyway, we found an unseasonably high number of them within a few blocks this morning. They did the best they could, and we’re proud of their sacrifices.

Perhaps the strangest and most alarming piece(s) of debris found is pictured above. Whether it was one person who lost a relatively decent looking Nike shoe, bottom jaw dentures and leather mask, or three separate people, it should be noted that these items appear to be okay. To the owner(s): if you’re out there, and if you’re looking for these things, they’re just past the 110th street 6 train stop going west. By the dumpsters. Hurry, because the looters’ll grab these up so quick if you don’t.

Though the hurricane was not nearly as bad in New York City as Bloomberg yelled to us on the television, there’s still a lot of damage elsewhere and a good amount of people who didn’t make it. My heart goes out to their families.

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Photo Essay – The Toys of Chinatown

The children of 2011 have it all. From 3D portable game consoles to fly-able helicopters and advanced toy robots that mystically and magically learn from their surroundings, the modern toy scene is a clinic on how technology continues to radically shape our children and our culture. Still, there remain places in this world, even in America, where the toy scene is still as humble, non-advanced and frightening as it’s ever been. I’m referring, of course, to Chinatown, a neighborhood I love to death and spend hours every weekend in.

The toys that stand guard at the entrances to some of New York’s finest and most quality gift stores will look familiar even to the oldest of Chinatown patrons. In fact, chances are good that the toys you see are the very same ones you gawked at when you were 4 or 5 years old… many, many years ago. And I mean literally the same ones. Hooked? Good. Let’s take a moment and meet the most famous of the New York novelties. Enjoy your trip back in time.

1. The Perpetually Swimming Frog

What it is: Probably the most well known of the “Chinatown 6,” the perpetually swimming frog is also perhaps the most delightful of all of the neighborhood’s novelties. One could spend hours standing in the 100+ degree heat, marveling at the frog’s mechanically deafening attempts to escape the filthy plastic washbasin it’s imprisoned inside.

Why you want to buy it: While most people don’t have the liquid real estate required to realize the full potential of this eager amphibian, it’s hard to look at those adorable eyes and not want to help it escape the kind of living conditions you only find in New York City.

2. The Lifeless Floating Scuba Diver

What it is: A cousin and neighbor of the perpetually swimming frog (not by blood of course), the lifeless floating scuba diver is known best for its complete lack of mobility. Forever motionless and face down in the murky sink water of Chinatown, this long-since drowned scuba diver is a lesson in improper scuba diving technique.

Why you want to buy it: No childhood bathtub memory is complete without a lifeless plastic man floating eerily among your rubber ducks and washcloths. After all, the best way to teach your children to appreciate life is to regularly expose them to death.

3. The “Ball and Ferret”

What it is: So determined to hang onto the red and yellow ball that it’s lost all of its limbs, the “ball and ferret” is a parent’s best course of action to take when the inevitable “can I get a pet?” conversation finally comes up. The toy is frequently displayed next to the plastic cages full of Chinatown’s famous pet turtles, also known as your child’s first exposure to Salmonella.

Why you want to buy it: While the other 5 of the Chinatown 6 were programmed to make horrible, inhuman noises, the ball and ferret is surprisingly quiet. Also, cats would probably like it.

4. The Ever-Barking Puppy

What it is: A thin, scratchy layer of “fur” is all that separates your child’s fragile body from the conspicuously heavy body of the ever-barking puppy. We don’t want to make sweeping, unfair accusations about this thing (possible lead contamination, for instance), but this puppy’s probably full of lead.

Why you want to buy it: The ever-barking puppy has historically been purchased by nice people with big hearts who want to make the shopkeeper, who can’t seem to attract any customers to his store, feel a little bit better about himself.

5. The Twins

What it is: Programmed to sing the most inhuman version of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” you’ll ever hear into their tiny pink cellphones, the twins are the most popular and prevalent of the Chinatown 6. It’s hard not to see why.

Why you want to buy it: Put the evil twins in your daughter’s bedroom at night to assure she’ll stay hidden under the covers, which will hopefully help her fall asleep faster, finally giving you that well-deserved full night’s sleep. Just make sure you keep the receipt. It’ll save your psychologist a lot of time when he’s trying to pinpoint how and when the night terrors began.

6. The “Nobody Really Knows”

What it is: The Nobody Really Knows’s creator, having woken up after a memory-erasing round of opium the night before to discover he’d somehow managed to craft this wonderful piece, must have been surprised when the shopkeepers of Chinatown started demanding that he mass produce it for their gift shops.

Why you want to buy it: We really couldn’t tell you. Our best guess is that you’d hang it outside your front door to ward off neighbors, friends and family that you never want to see again.

Well, you’ve met them all! Next time you’re in the area, be sure to try and spot the “Chinatown 6.” I’d tell you to do it quickly before they disappear forever, but it doesn’t look like these things are going anywhere for a long, long time.

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