Mulberry Street
Photochrome postcard of a bustling Mulberry Street in Manhattan at the heart of Little Italy, circa 1890s
New York City. Untitled (woman standing by 23rd Street IRT station, from the series “Chelsea Document”), 1939
#HRCforNYAG
Because for Donald Trump, karma would be such a bitch.
Justified
Kentucky Derby winner, in the mud.
Photo: Michael Clevenger
Bustin’ Some Caps
I can almost smell them...
Forty-Eight Years Ago Today
Kent State
California Dreaming
It doesn’t happen often to this East Coast boy.
But when it does, it usually goes like this...
One of the last photos of Tsar Nicholas II. He is in captivity following the February Revolution. March 1917
Table Lighter
Zippo, 1962
I Feel Pretty
No. Not Me. But before I fell asleep in the comfy leather recliner at the cinemaplex today, I can report that the entire theatre (95% female, of a certain age) was with Amy Schumer every step of the way in this one. Hoots, hollers, and consistent laughter all the way through the parts that I saw while I was conscious. And all the previews of coming attractions, from “Book Club” through the sequel to “Mama Mia!” were enthusiastically received by this full-house female audience. Apparently, Hollywood understands quite well how to market to one of its important niche markets.
