babylonfalling
babylonfalling:

Grandmaster Flash by Joe Stevens for NME (1981)
The South Bronx lies just across a thin stretch of the Harlem River from Manhattan, but it could be worlds away. Year by year Manhattan becomes more and more an island of privilege, the Bronx a wasteland.
Cypress Avenue, the South Bronx, does not conform to one’s image of the typical urban ghetto. It’s not crowded and chocked, it’s never been industrialised. The street doesn’t give you that boxed-in feeling. There is space and sun and air. But the evidence of advanced decay is everywhere. The buildings at the end of the block are abandoned, their windows smashed or boarded up. Garbage and rubble is piled on the sidewalk. The vacant lots that dot the landscape are also strewn with rubble.
Grandmaster Flash lives on this block.
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babylonfalling:

Grandmaster Flash by Joe Stevens for NME (1981)

The South Bronx lies just across a thin stretch of the Harlem River from Manhattan, but it could be worlds away. Year by year Manhattan becomes more and more an island of privilege, the Bronx a wasteland.

Cypress Avenue, the South Bronx, does not conform to one’s image of the typical urban ghetto. It’s not crowded and chocked, it’s never been industrialised. The street doesn’t give you that boxed-in feeling. There is space and sun and air. But the evidence of advanced decay is everywhere. The buildings at the end of the block are abandoned, their windows smashed or boarded up. Garbage and rubble is piled on the sidewalk. The vacant lots that dot the landscape are also strewn with rubble.

Grandmaster Flash lives on this block.

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