I went there on a hot afternoon to get tickets to a free concert that night and wandered around in the cathedral. I don’t like it. It’s just big, is all. Huge, tall, imposing. It doesn’t have the grace of say, the Wells Cathedral, or the King’s College chapel at Cambridge. It’s one of those Chistian monuments meant to impress its parishioners by sheer size. Worship us you dumb shits, for we are indeed mighty—and give us your money. (There are certainly other aspects to this mighty edifice, such as its tapestry collection, bronze doors, organ, concerts, and certainly its present day stone masons that seem commendable, but this is just my untutored human reaction to the feeling I get standing in the main vault.)
The high stained glass windows are really too high to see, and I much prefer geometric shapes (like these) to biblical scenes in stained glass.
I took the subway out to Greenpoint yesterday. I was a hot, muggy day, so I didn’t cover a lot of territory, but it looked like there was a lot of fine architecture and building in the neighborhood. It’s the northernmost part ofBrooklyn. I got back on a ferry — cool on the water.
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It’s the General Theological Seminary. (Looks like a medieval
knight’s mask.)
Scott Schuman photographs people on the street in NYC — with his own take on fashion and authenticity: https://www.thesartorialist.com/
8th Ave, betw. 18th-19th. 28 beers, cider on tap. Good food, ambience. Run by 3 Irish guys. Before leaving, bartender Barry made me a great Irish Coffee and informed me that this drink originated in Ireland after WWII and was not invented in San Francisco at the Buena Vista Cafe by Stanton Delaplane in the ’50s, as SF lore would have it.
This panorama is a bit skewed.
I went there on a hot afternoon to get tickets to a free concert that night and wandered around in the cathedral. I don’t like it. It’s just big, is all. Huge, tall, imposing. It doesn’t have the grace of say, the Wells Cathedral, or the King’s College chapel at Cambridge. It’s one of those Chistian monuments meant to impress its parishioners by sheer size. Worship us you dumb shits, for we are indeed mighty—and give us your money. (There are certainly other aspects to this mighty edifice, such as its tapestry collection, bronze doors, organ, concerts, and certainly its present day stone masons that seem commendable, but this is just my untutored human reaction to the feeling I get standing in the main vault.)
