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There’s Some Place Like Home.

In Topophilia, A Sense of Place by Parissah LinLeave a Comment

The story of “home” for most of my immediate family is a story of displacement, migration, settlers, and movement. For my parents generation, this meant moving homes, countries, and continents. For me, this meant moving within the bounds of this massive country, from coast to coast, north to south and north again. “Home” never felt particularly permanent until I was …

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Road to Nowhere

In Orientation, A Sense of Place by Parissah LinLeave a Comment

I’ve been told, on multiple occasions, that it is clear I always grew up in cities. Not because I’m hip, or because I possess some kind of “street-wise”, but because, apparently, from the way that I navigate space, it is clear I never learned to drive. I was asked this the first time by a new friend my freshman year …

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Communal Chaos

In Social Spaces, A Sense of Place by Parissah LinLeave a Comment

Maria Hernandez Park was my first “neighborhood park” in the city. Because I spent the first two years of university living in housing in Manhattan, I never felt part of a neighborhood, and so I never became acquainted with any of the public space in a way that made me feel like anything other than a tourist or a commuter, …

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Accessibility and the Face of the Vernacular

In A Sense of Place, Vernacular by Parissah LinLeave a Comment

The neighborhood I was raised in, Wesley Heights in the Northwestern quadrant of Washington, DC is a pseudo suburban paradise nestled into the confines of a hollow semi urban capital. Though the hilly neighborhood is situated only a ten to fifteen minutes driving to any number of city centers (Downtown, The National Mall, Dupont Circle, Georgetown etc), it embodies many …

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New Wave in New York

In A Sense of Place, Spirit of Place by Dylan Beach1 Comment

I can’t quite call in grungy, because that came about a decade later and on the other side of the country, but there is a certain spirit of place associated with New York City in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s. I can’t quite call it punk either, because the majority of that movement had either died or was in …

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My Bi-Annual Suburban Pillgrimage

In A Sense of Place, Suburbia by Mark Strage1 Comment

I have never lived in the suburbs. I don’t drive. I love New York way too much to ever change either of these two things. However, I do make bi-annual pilgrimages to my aunt and uncle’s house in Larchmont, New York. Despite my agnostic, nonreligious Jewish upbringing I celebrate Christmas and Easter there every year. My journey always begins on my …

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Cultural Studies and Placemaking

In A Sense of Place, Placemaking by Cayla Delardi1 Comment

“Cities have the capability of providing something for everybody only because, and only when, they are created by everybody.” – Jane Jacobs My academic concentration and personal interest lies in the field of cultural studies. In fact, for my senior thesis, I am currently writing about skateboarding as a subcultural practice, an expansive, commercially successful industry, and an inventive use …

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Stuytown, Closed to the Public

In A Sense of Place, Utopia by Mark Strage2 Comments

The first time I was exposed to Stuytown I joked that it was just a really expensive project. My friend corrected me. He said it was a really expensive, safe project. In the years since my first exposure I have ended up in various Stuytown units sporadically throughout my time at NYU. I always found the blue light system and …

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The Space Inbetween

In A Sense of Place, Spirit of Place by Mark Strage1 Comment

Throughout my time at NYU my father and younger sister lived in a duplex, penthouse walk up apartment on the upper west side. By far the prominent feature of this apartment was its porch. It sat on the 7th floor perched above the private world of 75th 1/2th street. This space was made beautiful by the shared happiness it fostered …

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The Case of the Bronx

In A Sense of Place, Placemaking by Zoe Zachary1 Comment

The question was posed to me in a lecture the other day: is urban revitalization just another way to say gentrification? In order to answer this question, we have to look back to the history of urban deindustrialization, i.e. why cities now need to be revitalized in the first place. Deindustrialization, while it has been etched into the cultural imaginary …

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Environmental Desire

In A Sense of Place, Placemaking by Henry Choa1 Comment

I am very interested in the way humans react to their environment, particularly within a city. This theme is something that runs through most aspects of my academic work, even where it may not be so obvious. Within art history for example, my favorite period is arguably Post-War– while I’m absolutely in love with the art itself, what fascinates me …

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The Literarily-Made Place

In A Sense of Place, Placemaking by Andrew Karpan1 Comment

As a run-of-the-mill english major, much of the work we are thought to be doing feels instinctively reactive; the essays we write are critical, they put works in their context and argue for one meaning or interpretation versus another. Yet, I would argue that the student of literature is instrumental in both creating public spaces and defining the reflexivity of …

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Nation Building

In A Sense of Place, Placemaking by Kahala Bonsignore2 Comments

This past J-term, I took a course called “Nation Building,” and it more or less covered the U.S.’s involvement in the ‘rebuilding’ of Afghanistan in the past decade or so.  I use quotes around the world ‘rebuilding’ because it is imbued with such controversy in the political sphere and is also relative to the different perspectives and interests at play.  …

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In A Sense of Place, Placemaking by Prof1 Comment

In my first post, I spoke about the wide open country of West Texas and the alluring beauty provided by the High Texas desert – what I didn’t talk about was the limited, if not complete access to most, if not all, of these areas. West Texas is ranch country; it always has been and always will be. I am …