Courtesy Flush, The Bathroom Blog

t-side:

sexpigeon:

When you first get to New York you disdain Midtown bars, and not without good reason. They are expensive, ugly, dull-beered, covered in televisions, caked in a phony Irish.
After you’re in New York for a while you start to like Midtown bars, or at least I do, I shouldn’t speak for you. They are filled with schlubs and penny-ante lotharios, with forty-something middle-managers trying to get drunk enough to fuck each other, with legit sports dopes, with earnest hipsters of lesser cities (St. Louis? Wichita?) who clearly have no idea where it is they’re supposed to go.
These people are much more compelling than the Brooklyn shithead cadre into which it’s too easy to seal yourself, because these people are the last true dum-dums in all of Manhattan. They’re precious at this point. It is amazing that you are allowed to touch them and talk to them.
This bar is at 55th and 5th and everyone inside of it laughs like a horse.

sexpigeon:

When you first get to New York you disdain Midtown bars, and not without good reason. They are expensive, ugly, dull-beered, covered in televisions, caked in a phony Irish.

After you’re in New York for a while you start to like Midtown bars, or at least I do, I shouldn’t speak for you. They are filled with schlubs and penny-ante lotharios, with forty-something middle-managers trying to get drunk enough to fuck each other, with legit sports dopes, with earnest hipsters of lesser cities (St. Louis? Wichita?) who clearly have no idea where it is they’re supposed to go.

These people are much more compelling than the Brooklyn shithead cadre into which it’s too easy to seal yourself, because these people are the last true dum-dums in all of Manhattan. They’re precious at this point. It is amazing that you are allowed to touch them and talk to them.

This bar is at 55th and 5th and everyone inside of it laughs like a horse.

laughingsquid:

drawNYC, Drawings of New Yorkers by Randeep Katari

(Source: drawnyc)

….Mass hysteria is a terrible force, yet New Yorkers seems always to escape it by some tiny margin: they sit in stalled subways without claustrophobia, they extricate themselves from panic situations by some lucky wisecrack, they meet confusion and congestion with patience and grit—a sort of perpetual muddling through. Every facility is inadequate—the hospitals and schools and playgrounds are overcrowded, the express highways are feverish, the unimproved highways and bridges are bottlenecks; there is not enough air and not enough light, and there is usually either too much heat or too little. But the city makes up for its hazards and deficiencies by supplying its citizens with massive doses of a supplementary vitamin—the sense of belonging to something unique, cosmopolitan, mighty and unparalleled.

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—	E.B. White, Here is New York (1949) (via alanataylor)

potshots:

Vinegar Hill House - Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn, NY

Taken with Instagram at Alligator Lounge

laughingsquid:

Inside The New York Times Graphics Department

Oysters, cocktails, and old school toilets. (Taken with Instagram at Maison Premiere)

laughingsquid:

Bending Sounds, Short Film of the Sights & Sounds of the NYC Subway

bestrooftalkever:

This ad for Camel cigarettes stood in Times Square New York from 1941-1966 and IT BLEW SMOKE “RINGS”.

Sometimes, I do feel like I missed all the good stuff.

Then I remember the internet.