I used to live with my then-boyfriend Jay in a loft on the Bowery (a block away from the corner in the photo below), owned by Jay’s employer, Andy Warhol. It was thoroughly no-frills, but of course nothing on the Bowery back in the day had anything to do with frills. I’d sit by the front window and try to work, although I was often distracted by the monologues of the local drunks and junkies who parked themselves downstairs and shared their sorrow with the world. Yep, those were the days.
The Bowery is now pretty much unrecognizable as the bums have been replaced by condo-dwelling hipsters who flock to the local boîtes for the elderflower-infused artisanal cocktails and whine about Tinder. Not that it looks like this all the time. Floral designer Lewis Miller is on a mission to beautify the city with his Flower Flashes series of random floral installations.
They’re gorgeous. (Note: this is the corner of Houston and Second Avenue, which used to be equally grungy. Just saying’.)