With cell phones taking over public conversation, the city's payphones stand mostly neglected. They are vanishing. The remainders wait to be put to use--by an occasional caller, or a passing quarter-hunter.
They exist now mostly for advertising (and urination). But someone has found a new use for them.
Who is filling payphones with the pages from mass market paperbacks?
This one on 9th Avenue in Chelsea is crammed with pages from 1971's The Rich and the Righteous, by Helen Van Slyke, author of A Necessary Woman and Always Is Not Forever.
It's also the only one I've seen splashed with dripping blood. An attack on the underlying advertisement? A message to the super-gentrifiers of Chelsea?
Or simply random street art?