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“Life is the flower for which love is the honey.”
—Victor Hugo
To the Humans of New York
In the summer of 2010, photographer Brandon Stanton began an ambitious project – to single-handedly create a photographic census of New York City. The photos he took and the accompanying interviews became the blog Humans of New York (St. Martin’s, 2015).
Contents
New Amsterdam: A Brief History
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
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New Amsterdam:
A Brief History
Beginning in the early 16th century, explorers crossed the Atlantic Ocean in search of the elusive Northwest Passage, but instead found an inhabited island full of beavers and wild natives. Beavers were all the rage in Europe, especially with their waterproof furry pelts, and perfumed anal excretions used in fancy colognes. It wasn’t India, but this new land offered something better – commerce.
Who would be the first to settle this new empire?
Following Columbus, some European dudes with really long names set sail to find a shortcut to the land of silk and spices, only to return to their homes with boring tales from the sea. However, these explorers lent their names to several hot spots in New York City – Hudson Bagels, Verrazano Community College, and Cartier Cupcakes on the Upper East Side.
Several years later, the Pilgrims attempted to settle New York but failed miserably. They desperately wanted to trade with the Native Americans and sail along the Hudson River, but the Mayflower wasn’t equipped with a working GPS, and their supply of snacks were running low. Therefore, the Pilgrims made a pit stop near a big rock and decided to call it home.
Enter the Dutch.
With their colorful detailed maps and European goods in tow, Dutch businessmen settled at the mouth of the Hudson River on the southern tip of Manhattan (knowing that this would be prime real estate for future yuppies.) Wanting all the beavers in all the land, a team of orange swooped in and opened the port for business. During the grand opening in 1621, the Dutch West Indian Company resurrected Holland law – kicking out all the previous private traders and expanding the territory for a Dutch settlement.
What American history lesson doesn’t involve the fear of attack by European powers and the Mohawk-Mahican war?
So in 1628, the Dutch built Fort Amsterdam from clay and sand, crammed all the settlers into the area, and then planted five-hundred tulips to keep things pretty. The construction of a protective wall was also ordered, but the iconic bronze bull and Gordon Gekko won’t appear until the late twentieth century. To further safe-guard their new settlement, Mr. Minuit purchased the land from the Lenape Indians for sixty guilders of goods – a few fake Rolexes, some pashmina scarves, and a couple of snow globes featuring the first Thanksgiving.
Uh oh, here come the British . . .
Sailing into the harbor with four frigates in 1664, the British demanded that the newly sustainable area of New Amsterdam be relinquished to the Duke of York (huge fan of the beaver pelt!) The Dutch settlers were booted off the island of Manhattan – some settled along the north shore of Long Island, and others found peace as hipsters in Brooklyn. Alas, New Amsterdam was officially renamed New York, and the colonization of North America was in full effect.
On a happy note, one of the most important things to survive from the first settlement of New York City was the Castello Plan – a rudimentary mapping system of Manhattan. As centuries passed, and men’s fashion evolved, the beaver trade was considered a frivolous activity for sissies. But thanks to the Dutch and their snazzy cartography, generations of visitors can pick up a five-dollar map of Downtown at any corner bodega.
Prologue
In its defense, the man wearing the expensive plum blossom aftershave had it coming.
As the days stretch longer, and the humidity rises, New Yorkers rely on various distractions to cope with the summer heat. Traveling is an adventurous option, but escaping the City requires an attractive destination and expendable cash. Spontaneous sex can be an effective diversion, although the result is often stickier than a sweat lodge in the Mojave Desert. Free events with air-conditioning are great resources on a budget, except mass transportation prior to the event can trap a person in an air-tight tuna can for hours. So as the temperature spikes, and the smell of the warm garbage lingers, the only refreshing solution is to stumble into the nearest happy hour for great conversation and even better libations.
Rooftop bars in Brooklyn are the newest trend, serving mojitos in mason jars, and staging Fuck You, Heatwave screaming contests. But like most trends, rooftop bars are only as cool as their next hashtag. Of recent, the Village has had an influx of speakeasies – but who wants to drink moonshine in a dark basement with a penny farthing propped in the corner? Tourists.
But the truth is, New Yorkers ache for simplicity – packaged and delivered with tradition.
And so it’s Lower Manhattan that holds the rarest treasure, a place where people can congregate on cobbled streets and absorb the cool breeze from the East River. A gathering place for hundreds of years, the Seaport is the pearl of the City – the apex of New Amsterdam.
And this neighborhood is where the story begins . . .
Centuries ago, the Seaport was developed as a trading post for commerce, and that same vibe still exists today. Designed as a festival marketplace, businesses and food markets occupy the original mercantile buildings, while upscale restaurants and salty dive bars claim the piers. One hideaway in particular, known for the citrus cocktails, expensive gin, and fresh seafood, is Dunbar’s Oyster House. An area-favorite servicing the Downtown crowd, as well as tourists enjoying a relaxing meal in the historic district, Dunbar’s promises a simple menu with magical views. But on Friday afternoons, as the Italian loafers from the Financial District stumble into the South Street Seaport, Dunbar’s transforms into an expensive bar serving never-ending bottles of Nolet Gin and platters of raw, chilled oysters. And until last call, the entire Seaport is crawling with thirsty Wall Street capitalists demanding more.