When I arrived for the start of my morning commute at the bus stop near the corner of Avenue C and 14th Street, adjacent to Stuyvesant Town, I encountered a lovely surprise in the form of this psychedelic tape mural stretching across the back glass of the bus shelter. The geometric design by E.S. Klein, also known as Tape Artist, (@tapeartist) must have gone up prior to this past holiday weekend. I love it!
The multi-color design is meticulously applied and really brightens up the bus shelter. My guess is that Klein put this up over the course of couple of late night sessions.
I hope that the City and the MTA lets it stay up.
If you want to add the Stained Glass Tape Mural to your next Urban Street Art Safari, here is the Bus Shelter’s location.
Update: As of Friday 10/13 at 7:30 AM, This Mural Has Been Removed. Sadness!
It rarely fails that when I am waiting for the downtown bus on Third Avenue and 14th Street, a completely batshit insane individual will walk up and try to engage me in conversation. I am not sure if it is just a wild coincidence, or something about the location of that particular bus stop that attracts the crazies, but it has happened on more occasions than I would care to recall. And when it happened again just yesterday, I was fortunately able to remove myself from the situation by wandering up the street to snap this photo of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man happily attracting Halloween shoppers into Ricky’s, which is across the street for the bus stop.
Ricky’s of NYC: for your one-stop Halloween costume shopping needs!
Following a brief visit to the New Museum this afternoon (2nd and 5th floor galleries closed = brief visit) I decided to try and catch the M103 bus uptown at the corner of Bowery and Houston. It’s a rare warm day (40 degrees, woo hoo!) in the city, and while that’s considered to be fine weather for a long walk home, I was actually a bit over-dressed and wanted to cut the trip short. Waiting at the stop with me, I couldn’t help but recognize a couple of local rock stars: the very handsome Jon Spencer (of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion) and his equally attractive wife, Cristina Martinez of Boss Hog, despite the fact that they were covered up by their “winter uglies” (i.e. bad beanies and, like me, too much outerwear). I have interviewed both Martinez and Spencer on separate occasions for publications that are surely long out-of-print at this juncture, and will confess that while he isn’t necessarily the easiest person in the world to have a conversation with, she is certainly quite lovely. After about 10 minutes of the sun beating down on us, they hailed a cab, piled in with their bags from Whole Foods and sped away. I waited a few more minutes before giving up on the bus and following suit: trudging up Bowery towards 14th Street, navigating sidewalks that had transformed into rivers between banks of rapidly melting snow, and feeling happy about life in general.