New York City is seriously lacking in sculptures of historic women, with just five among the hundreds of bronzes and granite monuments in the five boroughs. Yet look into the faces of some of its allegorical figures — its angels, goddesses, and symbols of victory — and there are other real women embodied in these statues, even if their names are often lost.
On a July morning, at the tender age of five, I watched the building next to my Bronx tenement capitulate to the blows of a wrecking ball.
New York City has public art that’s older than the city itself.
Out of the 29 statues now in the park, not one is of a real woman.
In thousands of recently digitized glass plate negatives, the natural and landscaped grandeur of gardens past is revealed in freshly sharp detail.
As the Central Park Conservancy celebrates its 35th year, it’s hard to imagine the decrepit shape much of the park was in when they started revitalization efforts in 1980. As part of its anniversary celebrations, the Conservancy partnered with Creative Time.
Two Central Park pedestrians were killed in collisions with bicycles last year, devastating signs of the increasing chaos of its intersections.
Tatiana Trouvé mounted 212 giant spools of rope onto three steel structures in Doris C. Freedman Plaza, with each rope representing one of Central Park’s winding walkways.
When Cleopatra’s Needle was commissioned by Pharaoh Thutmose III around 1450 BCE for the Heliopolis sun temple, the island that would be Manhattan was mostly woodlands.