In the gusts and the drifts, you can't make out many businesses, but a few stand out, like the neon and awning of the old Fedora in 1993, before Gabe Stulman upscaled it.
Now another Stulman restaurant (Joseph Leonard), in 1991 this snowy corner of Waverly was Pierre's Les Douceurs de Paris.
In a blizzard, the pre-upscaled Minetta Tavern shines with its neon sign in 1998, before McNally got his hands on it, back when you used to be able to just walk in for a drink, enjoy the neighbors, the comfort, the peace and quiet.
There's nothing quite like sitting in a quiet bar or cafe on a snowy afternoon in New York City. Until next year...
I like Michael's photos. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAlso, given the weather of late, I wouldn't be surprised if we had a blizzard in May.
These are stunning.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos. I can feel the quiet.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty pix. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd perhaps the crimes by these restaurant ghouls should be called "upcycled," just like the destruction of vintage clothing into precious artsy crafty muck.
Great photos. 1993 is the year I moved to New York and I discovered Fedora's in that year. Too bad Gabe Stulman wrecked it.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous and serene photos. That soft muffled sound of foot traffic in the fallen snow is so pleasing.
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These photos are brilliant!
ReplyDeleteMichael MacGill had a gallery some years ago on, of all places, Bleecker Street. It was called Barr MacGill and it was a store front or two up from Christopher Street, on the East Side.
ReplyDeleteI own prints of the Fedora shot as well as soon-to-be-destroyed 42nd Street.
Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos, reminder of a time so rare...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing these wonderful pictures. The shot of Fedora's reminds me of a time I got caught in a late summer thunderstorm and waited in out at the bar. There was a great character at the bar extolling the health benefits of Tanqueray Martinis
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing these wonderful pictures. The shot of Fedora'a reminds me of the time I got caught in a late summer thunderstorm. I waited it out at the bar, listening to a great Village character, extolling the health benefits of Tanqueray martinis.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I share RR's sentiment.
ReplyDeleteReally special photos of our really disappearing home
ReplyDeleteStephanie
My father introduced me to Michael Magill's photos some time in the 1990s and I am happy to own a beautiful snowy scene of the Brooklyn Bridge. Thank you for sharing these lovely images on your website.
ReplyDeleteThese are so classic!
ReplyDeleteThese are classic!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing! I loved lingering here for a while. Charly
ReplyDeleteMichael Magill's photos artfully recast the New York of 20-30 years ago into an older period. The black and white shots of the snow-covered City give great studies in contrast. I especially love the confectioner's sugar snow blowing about in the Minetta Tavern Restaurant shot.
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ReplyDeleteSo true, though "upcycled" doesen't sound insidious enough. The destruction of vintage into artsy crafty muck is same problem played out in a different arena.
As someone who has recently gotten into "photography" those are stunners.
Beautiful photos! They make you feel so nostalgic. Michael captures the timeless quality of New York in the snow.
ReplyDeleteStunning. The city that never sleeps does sleep, after all. At least, it dozes just long enough (hold still! hold still!) when it snows. (Bing Crosby, various Christmas songs waft over me suddenly, even as I celebrate a few snowdrops in the copse behind the house, in this season of Passover and Easter Holy week. Solvitur acris hiems.... Vides ut alta stet....)
ReplyDeleteThese are beautiful photos of what is now already another era.
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