You may or may not be aware that I keep a (lazy, rarely updated, soon-to-be-revived for a special project) photo collection of umbrella carcasses that litter the streets of New York–late victims of their shoddy construction and the wildly whipping wind, and a useful symbol of both consumer culture generally and of the bandaid-on-a-gunshot-wound lifestyle this city and its unique, sprawling infrastructure engenders.
A couple of weeks ago, I came across this arrangement of umbrella carcasses on Prince Street at Lafayette, in the empty lot across from the McNally Jackson bookstore. The sheer number and their purposeful arrangement leads me to believe that this was an art installation, but I haven’t found any useful information about it (though Curbed managed to take a remotely interesting public art happening and turn it into an entitled rant about upmarket burgers in about 100 words).
Anyway, here’s what I saw and enjoyed, and I hope you do too. And if anyone knows anything about this, I’d love to talk to whoever is responsible.
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