This building has a secret. It's completely empty, essentially abandoned, and has been for a decade, with a portion of its interior shuttered since 1940... until now.
OHNY graciously allowed me to take a few tours in advance to help spread the word. My first choice? A tour of the James A. Farley Post Office at 33rd Street & 8th Ave.
Without a doubt, the prettiest cab stand I've ever seen in New York City is the Yakuel cab stand on 12th Street and the Queensboro Bridge.
From the ground, you'd never know there was anything special about the building on 60th Street, but, as anyone who's ever walked across the Queensboro Bridge knows, it has a great rooftop secret.
Nothing beats days when you're asked to scout something as unusual as a crypt.
A beautiful secluded courtyard is located just a few blocks from Times Square.
Here's my Friday assortment of random pictures I took during the past week. Including what can only be described as an umbrella graveyard at Mulberry & Prince.
Surprises like the blinking owl eyes of Herald Square are what make New York such a great city to explore.
Pell Street is one of those iconic Chinatown blocks that filmmakers love to shoot on. Short and narrow, with an abundance of awnings and flags, the abrupt end at Mott Street gives it a sense of intimacy.
Manhattan has beaches. Yes, they're small, often submerged at high tide, and you'd be crazy to go swimming in the water, but they're still beaches.
One of New York's rare archetypal dank alleys is no more -- all the buildings on one side have been torn down to make way for what I can only imagine will be a sterile high rise.
I love streets in New York that make you feel as far from the city as possible. A lesser known example is one of my favorites: Centre Market Place in Nolita.
I was driving along Vernon Blvd in Queens when I spotted something you don't usually see under the 59th Street Bridge...
Don't let the squat little Rite Aid storefront on Manhattan Ave in Greenpoint fool you... It has a long history.
There is nothing more terrifying than the idea of lying on the operating table waiting for open heart surgery, and seeing Barbie walk in with a scalpel.
It's like someone picked up an estate from Long Island's Gold Coast and plunked it down in Vinegar Hill.
A few weeks ago, I ran a post about a guy who emailed me for help in finding a unique New York location to propose to his girlfriend. Here's how it all went down.
So weird... I was scouting Staten Island today near New Dorp Lane. I got out of my car... and felt like I was being watched. Turns out, I was: by a tree!
There's a pretty great photo op of the Empire State Building at 33rd and Park -- and someone's marked the spot for you.
It's hard to imagine more egotistical signs than these.
What caught my eye was the weird wire coming out of the rear window, running into the gas tank, coming back out of the gas tank, and finally attached to a bizarre axle on the tire.
