Every city has its secrets, it’s just a matter of finding them…
On a street in Brooklyn that takes you towards the river, where the cobblestones begin paving the road, there is a townhouse that deserves a second look. Despite its impeccable brickwork, number 58 Joralemon Street is not like the other houses. Behind its blacked out windows, no one is at home; no one has been at home for more than 100 years.
As saltwater poured into Manhattan, Manhattanites fled to higher, electrified ground like Wi-Fi rats. But other than tweets, we had no proof—until now. New Yorkers’ Foursquare checkins, charted by the company itself, show a massive exodus northward, out of the Dead Zone and into techie comfort.
Everyone totally overreacted to Hurricane Irene last year, which ended up just being a really rainy evening. So when people started freaking out about Hurricane Sandy and essentially preparing for the apocalypse I was like:
But several days later, in Sandy’s aftermath I’m like:
Here’s a production still from the new Hunger Games movie. Kidding! Totally kidding: this is what the (second block of a six-block) line for one of the three Brooklyn - Manhattan shuttle buses looked like, as of about an hour ago. If you’re not walking to work today you’re probably not getting in. [photo by Virginia Laird]