(Carroll Street, Brooklyn, 2013)
When I see a blonde woman, I think of Kim Gordon.
When I see a group of blonde women, I think of Sex in the City.
When I see a man with silver hair, I think of Jim Jarmusch.
When I see an old Asian woman with strange hats, I think of Yoko Ono.
When I see business man, I think of Mad Men.
When I see teenagers with skateboards, I think of the Kids.
When I passed by Hotel Chelsea, I think of Nico.
When I see a rooftop, I think of Trisha Brown.
When I see anything with a shining surface, I think of Jeff Koons.
When I entered an Italian restaurant, I think of Francis Coppola.
When I see the beach in New Jersey, I think of the Pixies.
When I am taking the D train heading to Coney Island, my mind pops up “glory of love”.
When I am in a Mexican restaurant, the only Spanish I say is ‘yo la tengo.’
The second day of my travel, I went to the Circle Line Tour. It was a beautiful double deck ferry with a bar in the back that sells coffee and hot dogs.
The idea of floating on the water with several dozen of tourists, each one with a camera hanging down on the chest and chewing fat in the mouth, reminded me of Ships of Fools in Foucault’s Madness and Civilization.
During the tour, the guide was explaining the way city was built up and the history of its architectural growth. He talked about the stories of Singer building, the Woolworth building, Empire State building and Crysler building. Manhattan is the arena of corporate power, business venture, and private sponsorship.
What makes New York New York is that she was built by privatization, fed by enterprises and therefore is the center of global capitalism.
While we were in the middle of the Hudson river, the financial zone was shining its golden light under the sun of the early spring:
This is the center of the world.
This is the heart that pumps money flows.
This is the origin of the global crisis.
We live from it and we suffer from it.
The city skyline sparked every tourists’ hunting instinct. All of a sudden, the ferry was in an orchestra of camera shutters.
I wonder how many fishy things are going on inside the buildings.