The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
Martin Wong’s Visual Poetry of Urban Life
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Martin Wong (July 11, 1946 – August 12, 1999) was one of the most affecting
and visionary artists to emerge from New York City’s East Village and Lower
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That picture looks like it came right out of Gotham City. I expect to see the Batman sign in the sky.
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