I’ve become mildly obsessed with Manhattan schist of late, the bedrock underpinning the Island of Lights and Love, which due to its phenemonal structural properties has allowed it to become a haven for the sky-punching dreams of architects over the past century. But it seems that schist surfaces all over the island, in increasingly quirksome and inconvenient ways, all of them imbued with a slight silliness, as illustrated by these fantastic photos, taken by a Gothamite who had the good sense to go out and walk every street. God bless ‘im.
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This is fantastic. And mad. And it took me a while to cotton onto what we’re actually looking at here.
“Schist”: awkward word, though.
There’s some interesting discussion of when removal costs of schist will finally be outweighed by New York land prices. Watch this space for rabid deschistification* in our lifetimes.
*Now that’s tricky on the tongue.