{"id":8663,"date":"2026-04-15T10:17:57","date_gmt":"2026-04-15T09:17:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mygardentalkstome.com\/?page_id=8663"},"modified":"2026-04-16T17:02:38","modified_gmt":"2026-04-16T16:02:38","slug":"the-high-line-its-new-york-jim-but-not-as-we-know-it","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mygardentalkstome.com\/index.php\/the-high-line-its-new-york-jim-but-not-as-we-know-it\/","title":{"rendered":"The High Line: It’s New York Jim … but not as we know it!"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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The heat, oh the heat … oh \"\"so sticky and oh so sweet … if only the last part were true! There\u2019s nothing sweet about this city … and the heat! An urban, sultry miasma engulfs every outside space, with the shade offered by multi-storey concrete blocks offering no defence, no respite, only false hope. This city is dirty, unkempt, the streets have been neglected, discarded, and they are full. Full of traffic and noise and colour and noise and smells and noise. Loud yellows clash with big, black shiny grunting throttle, punched beeps, and shouts from sidewalk park basketball performers.<\/p>

Human activity is everywhere, striding, stumbling, shuffling and stertorous. Languages intermingle, circle and swirl, voices rise and fall. And everywhere, the contrasting sounds of impatience and the short tempers of long-term residents, meld with the excited, overwhelmed and awestruck whispers of the New York virgin, at the same time deafening and inaudible.<\/p>

This is indeed a city of contrasts. Menace and majesty, garbage and grace, purr and growl … it scares me, it draws me in, it holds me … and I think I love it!<\/p>

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The location of the High Line is charged with memory and meaning. It originates in the \u201cMeatpacking District\u201d, moored to the East Hudson River. It evolved … slaughterhouses and mafia making way for the BDSM boom, Mineshaft, Mapplethorpe and Mercury making way for Moschino and McQueen, making way for galleries, performances, markets and much more … and from the elevated meandering iron railroad artery, originally constructed in response to the dangers of trains on \u201cDeath Avenue\u2019 … the High Line, as we now know it, was born.<\/p>

It’s easy to ponder how, what might once have been seen as a wasted space, or even a space that most New Yorkers didn\u2019t realise existed, the High Line didn\u2019t succumb to the clutches of developers keen to exploit the potential profits that were suspended above their own, sub-Highline properties. One of the individuals attributed as playing a part in its evolution was Joel Sternfeld, who saw something hitherto unnoticed in the neglected space. In talking about his experiences of the High Line he said it was \u201can Alice in Wonderland experience\u201d, \u201cA rural experience\u201d, \u201ca true ruin\u201d and … \u201ca secret landscape\u201d … powerful words indeed … and what of today\u2019s reality (or in this case, my reality, as of August 2025)?<\/p>

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