Tagged: Sandy

The City in the Storm by Iwan Baan

NY Mag Cover Photo by Iwan Baan

NY Mag Cover Photo by Iwan Baan

Remember my post about Iwan Baan’s photographs of Lower Manhattan for New York magazine just after Hurricane Sandy?  Go here.  Well if you want a poster of that haunting image you can purchase it for $25 from The MoMA Design store with proceeds from the sale of this poster benefitting the Mayor’s Fund to Advance New York City in support of Hurricane Sandy relief efforts.

Or if you have the big bucks, say $100,000, his gallery in L.A. (they just signed him) Perry Rubenstein, will have the photo in an edition of 10 for $100,000 each with those proceeds going to Hurricane Sandy relief.  The photo will be in included in a show called “The Way We Live.”  You can read Baan’s detailed account of taking the pictures here.

 

Pictures of Lower Manhattan in the Dark

NY Mag Cover Photo by Iwan Baan

The cover of this week’s New York magazine has a fantastic nighttime shot of Lower Manhattan in the dark last week.  NY Mag asked one of their contributing photographers Iwan Baan if he happened to be in town last week.  He was so he captured these photos that seem out of a movie or Photoshopped.

His story of taking the photos is here as well as additional photos.  The pictures on NY Mag’s website are much bigger so you should go there to see them.

Stranded by Sandy

Dangling crane at One57, East 57th Street, Manhattan

I consider myself lucky in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.  My apartment wasn’t flooded and I have power and running water again.  I lost nothing valuable.  I thought about not writing about my experience last week since it’s nothing like what people in the Rockaways, Coney Island, Red Hook, Staten Island, the Jersey Shore or Long Island are going through but it was something nonetheless.

A week ago Sunday we were warned about Hurricane Sandy’s arrival in a part of the U.S. that should not get hurricanes.  Frigid temperatures, snow, rain, heat and humidity but surely not hurricanes.  Growing up in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in the late 80s through 1996 I saw my fair share of tropical storms and hurricanes.  Hurricane Hugo in 1989 was the most memorable.  My family chose to evacuate to a hospital about 1-2 hours inland (Myrtle Beach is essentially an island created when they built the Intracoastal Waterway).  We filled up the bathtubs with water to flush the toilets and made sure we had flashlights, drinking water, candles and non-perishable food.  After Hugo hit we drove back to the Beach only to be stopped by the National Guard who didn’t care if my stepdad was an emergency medicine physician who could help people.  Eventually, after 1 hour of negotiation, they let us through and we made our way back home.  Since we lived in a cul-de-sac the neighbors dragged out their charcoal and gas grills and for a few days of fun cookouts.  Then came the peanut butter and jelly.  With all the downed power lines, fallen trees and debris I think it took a week for us to regain power.  My parents vowed never to evacuate again if another hurricane threatened us.  We never had to.  They’ve had other bad storms since, nothing quite like Hugo, but a curious thing has happened in the weather pattern which I’ll get to.

So I was sitting in my NY apartment watching everyone on TV go on about this Hurricane Sandy.  I was planning on riding out the storm at my bf’s place in the Financial District, Lower Manhattan.  I wasn’t really concerned about Sandy.  It’s New York.  Sandy is only a Category 1 so how bad can it be?  Plus I wasn’t sure who to believe because every storm gets elevated to world ending leaving me unsure how to evaluate these things.  Leave it to my parents to change my thinking.  As I was calmly getting my things organized they called to tell me that I needed to move all my things to higher ground.   I chuckled incredulously at their suggestion that my apartment would get flooded.  Not me, not here.  Their concern of me staying at my bf’s 38th floor apartment for this incoming storm didn’t sink in.  Well it did in the end.  I hung up the phone crying out of panic because now I was really confused about what was coming.  I called the super of my building and he said we wouldn’t get flooded.  I checked the NYC Evacuation Zone map and since I was in Zone C I felt reassured.  I grabbed my bag and headed downtown. More