In NYC, you are immediately flagged as a tourist for looking up at the perty buildings. If you ever want to appreciate the urban landscape, you have to be a little more discreet. Or just Google it.
But for me, if you catch me looking up, I’m only admiring the industrial landscape–namely, the water towers.
Ugly, yet intriguing. Kind of like my obsession with pugs.
Once you notice one, you notice them all, silently perched above us. Pudgy and rickety, they represent design from another age. But even more interestingly, many of these water towers aren’t quite the relics they appear to be; many are quite new and actively supply water to high-rises.
They are commonly misunderstood structures, and perhaps, that’s what I like most about them.
Confessions Of A Splenda Stealer 