There are many places in the city where you can stand and realize that you’re already looking back at history – where in a couple years everything will look, and be, completely different.
Occasionally you find yourself in a spot on the edge, where the stark difference can be easily caught on camera. This spot on Greene street is one of those places. To the left is a line of gorgeous and pristine cast-iron buildings, as clean as Disneyland. To the right is the rusted SoHo of old.
I do find it interesting, the spot the woman felt most comfortable to sit and relax.
The edges that you see can come in many forms, including a man dressed in anarchist clothing, staring at an iPhone and sitting in front of a Starbucks, camouflaged in black.
