This summer, New York sprouted a new wonder: The High Line
The brain-child of one amazingly tenacious New York citizen, name forthcoming (how can a groundhog be expected to retain such piffling factiles) this once-abandoned railway now hangs, overflowing with flowers and trees, like a beautiful urban Babylon, bang in middle of NYC's Meatpacking district

Lady, forget skin cancer, have you never heard of strap marks?

Some people are listening to the history of the project - from the very maverick who conceived the idea and carried it through. What an amazing nutcase, the odds were stacked right against him but he did it. All the workers there are volunteers.

Railways, grass and purple

Ragga papped
Making love to the lens
The Standard hotel

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