This five minute film moves in a maddening, convulsive way but it’s a valuable document of the landscape I lived in as a kid.
At around 1:05, the camera moves through the neon-lined entrance of an office building on Water Street, right near the South Street Seaport. That building is still there but the Logan’s Run design is gone. When we were small, my father would bring us to this building on weekends, when the Financial District was usually abandoned. (Commercial buildings, before 9/11, were often left open during off-hours, protected by nothing but a vestigial guard snoozing behind a desk.) My brother and I would run around the lobby, in and out of the neon tunnel, defending our private spaceship.
February 23, 2012