In the Industrial Zone

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America.

—Oscar Wilde

In the industrial zone, certain truths—not necessarily related to the surroundings—reveal themselves.

Some of the companies I passed: pipes, plumbing supplies, paper, recycling, waste disposal, Chinese food distribution, lumber, marble, floor coverings/linoleum, machine tools, valves, oil refining, oil recovery, plastics, garbage/shopping bags, windows and doors, building supplies, live poultry, roof tiles, steel doors, lamp importer, produce, store gates and iron work.

Chinese Economic Miracle (The Price of Globalization)

A trip down to the engine room, for a glimpse at the gears.

Concrete: the most prevalent manmade substance
Brooklyn IS concrete

Crossing the rails
Walking the streets
Spanning the city
Ped Xing

Google Satellite Map


The Glorious Mesh

The essence of Brooklyn, the secret to its magic is what I call the Glorious Mesh: that sometimes jarring eclecticism that marks nearly every dimension of life in the borough, including human and commercial interactions, architecture, infrastructure, topography, and culture. Ft. Greene/Clinton Hill near the Navy Yard illustrates this idea vividly. It’s a dense tapestry of housing projects, industrial miscellany, teeming commercial stretches (esp. Myrtle Ave.), storefront churches (lots of those), and Jewish learning centers interspersed with blocks of typically charming brownstones and other interesting dwellings. Workmen, art students, merchants, professionals, idlers/degenerates, and a real multiethnic mélange cross paths by the second in numerous locations. And you can find this diversity of landscape and experience all over Brooklyn. Whether you focus on the micro perspective, the minutiae of neighborhoods, blocks, and corners; or the macro of the whole borough, the intertwining of all the different elements from one section to the next (and their interrelationships), Brooklyn is the Glorious Mesh.