My pal Kenneth at Kenneth in the (212) just pulled a Rettenmund (his words; though I've been succinct of late, I used to be known for mega-posts) and posted a ginormous visual history of Chelsea's Eighth Avenue which, as those of you New Yorkers know, has really lost so much of its charm (not to mention businesses) in the past 20 years.
The image above is one from my own scrapbook, showing the view from my first NYC apartment at 20th Street and Ninth Avenue around 1994. The photo booth shots are me with my mom, who was wearing her dark hair slicked back because NYC was in the midst of a hair-unfriendly heatwave.
I was offered an opportunity to buy that apartment—two bedrooms, twelfth floor, views, doorman—for $120,000 ... but couldn't afford it. GULP. It did snatch up a one-bedroom in the same building, and I'm now possibly coming to the end of my 20 years as a homeowner. Time will tell.
Everything ends. Even Chelsea.