Thursday, May 6, 2010

Gay Street

It's one of my favorite crooked little streets in this city:

It's in the West Village, and contrary to popular belief, it is not named Gay Street because the neighborhood is famous for the free exchange (though sometimes people pay) of semen between a couple of (or perhaps several) men. It's named after some dude. And even though I have the internet at my fingertips, and a whole book on the history of NYC street names, I leave it to you, the reader, to investigate further if you so desire.

One of the nice things about Gay Street is its characteristic bend, which I'm not sure I quite successfully captured in this shot, though as I looked into the Yashmat's viewfinder I noticed the man and the dog and thought it added a bit of quaintness to the scene. Another thing about Gay Street is that it's just one block, and is infrequented by cars (infrequented?)

I lined up another, slightly different shot and the man and I exchanged a pleasant nod as he passed. I then headed up the middle of the street, turning around and walking backwards to see if I could do something with the reverse view. I turned back around and saw that I was two steps away from plunging my sandaled foot into a fresh pile of dogshit.


  1. ew.
    i still want to live on Gay Street.

  2. I don't know if the city could afford to change the name of the street to "Lisa Street."