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June 14, 2010

There are very few blogs in the world that I would describe as “valuable.”  Most blogs are boredom- or vanity- or commerce-driven enterprises that quickly peter out, are abandoned, or devolve into rote self-indulgent nonsense (that’s us!!).

But there is a blog that I have found very valuable, and it is — now was — called Lost City.  The farewell post is here.

To quote just a portion:

I began the blog because I was incensed and alarmed at what the city was becoming. It was losing its grit, its fabric, its very character. It was losing its New York-ness, and gaining nothing but Subway franchises and luxury condos. Since none of my editors would let me write about it, I became my own editor. I was gratified to soon find that there were a lot of people out there who felt the way I did. And it wasn’t too long before there were other bloggers who took on a similar mission, like Jeremiah Moss at Vanishing New York and EV Grieve at the blog of the same name. Taken together, we made for quite a few howls in the wilderness. And, tragically, we never ran out of things to report.

But, in the end, they were just howls, as ineffective at Lear’s on the heath. I wrote thousands of words, and posted hundreds of pictures for four-and-a-half years—nearly 3,000 posts, all told. None of them made any difference. Not really. The press paid a little attention to our windmill-tilting, but City Hall never did. The City continued on its inexorable march to glossy mediocrity. Bloomberg, the billionaire, city planner Amanda Burden, the millionaire, and their cabal of equally wealthy real estate and Wall Street pals forged ahead and got the metropolis they wanted all along: homogenous, anodyne, whitewashed, suburban, toothless, chain-store-ridden, ordinary, exclusive and terribly, terribly expensive. A town for tourists and the upper 2%. He took a world-class capital of culture, individuality and independent endeavor and turned it into the smoothest, first-class, gated community Houston ever saw. Walk down Broadway on the Upper West Side, Sixth Avenue in Chelsea, Third Avenue in Yorkville—or look at the gaping hole of Altantic Yards—and you will see the administration’s legacy.

A real shame, and a real loss. The one bright side is that the author, Brooks of Sheffield, will continue doing his “Who Goes There?” columns on Eater, which are fucking brilliant.

One Comment leave one →
  1. jco permalink
    June 15, 2010 8:25 am

    Why stop now? All of NY isn’t yet lost.

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